L'aura del Campo

Where does the time go?

Where does the time go?

When the clock strikes twenty-one, twenty-one,
if you are still awake
if I am still alive
before our fight...

When the clock strikes twenty-two, twenty-two,
between tears and seconds spent
we'll know by what's been shared
that all is right...

When the clock strikes thirty-one, thirty-one
we've sent messages all night
until dawn's reckoning.
Sweet dreams, goodnight...

© Kåre Enga [182.20] 10.april.25

Original in "Where does time go?"