They told us time after time
that time makes us forget memories.
But there are memories
that makes us forget time.
And such sweet memories
like spices are the very
ingredients that spice up life
like the dew of dawn.
They told us time after time
that time heals,
But there are wounds soul deep
that time after time it bleeds
when the memories return
because they don't self destruct.
They told us time and time...
But what did they know?
Life isn't a chain of calculated moves.
Under the sun is nothing new:
For time after time
we're taken by surprise by things we don't know.
They told us time after time
But they themselves do not last
The times after their times.
