While time trawls the sea

While time trawls the sea of life for his next meal
I try to slow him down and take away his net
And there I find all the stars missing from the skies
Soon he will be at a standstill

Calendars become obsolete
And newspapers will spin out of control
Then I will give my stolen catch to love
And she will never grow old

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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