clock on the wall can you tell me how much time I got of course not don't want to be late need to be on time travel back a few steps erase and add a few lines then todo that often sometimes my new moto is no love no love it's a non lethal intentional subliminal like what the law is to a criminal slowing down in the middle of a rush to figure out which way to go freestyle awhile then continue to flow umpteen watches in my possession a collection of time I can't keep looking out the window at the same tree wondering if the tree see me staring into space the look on face says it all don't have to open my mouth to explain the telepathic thought sounds like a plain in flight reaching great height