Your conscience is fast
but you emotions are faster
twisting up into the worlds width like the branches of trees
Take a guess
What's coming next?
You don't know?
Is that so
Futures discovery is today's sunset, to never be seen again
For who wants to see what times passing upturns?
Call it forgetting
To choose for your limbs to not move
Taking orders or leaving them on the street
Maybe I'll wait and see what they do until I choose, I need the clock to tick a few more times...
May I take the time I need, waiting for the hands to spin?