Pictures On A Fridge

Time moves at different speeds, I swear it did. Late night drives and early mornings Journals written in, Journals lost. Windows down our arms hanging out of cars. As if we believed that at just the right angle, our hands interact with the wind, could free these wheels from the pavement. Time moves so quickly. Now its pictures on a fridge. Sometimes time moves but doesnt feel like it. What ever comes next, you gotta hold it tight. make it into a song make it sing and dance all the time. As if we believed at the right tempo, our feet bouncing to the beat, would keep us in the moment and we'd find relief. Ill Wrap My Present up and give it to the Past And I will mail the future all of my words. I will find comfort in the fact, that no moments longer nor shorter than the last.