Time Flies

Time Flies

10 minutes to write on how time flies.

This weekend went so quickly it took my breath away, so did last weekend.

Did the week? Yes in some ways.

It’s rather funny isn’t it? What does it mean to say that time flies? Does it mean that you actual get on a saddle which is mounted on the beast of time and it flies you anywhere in the universe you wish to go. Anywhere and anytime? Wow, wouldn’t that be something? Perhaps it means that you are the beast for which time sits atop. Whipping your ass to make you go faster and faster. I think we trick ourselves into these things. These ideas of what time is and/or isn’t. It’s just there. A thing like anything else. Perhaps it has no spirit. It’s not like it’s a tree, or a cat, or a human. It’s just a thing. An action. How would one write a song about time? What would be the starting point of the song?

I remember perhaps a memory.

I remember sitting in the train station that winter morning

okay now what? Describe it? I did it’s winter. More more

okay

I remember sitting in the train station that winter morning

Wind blowing and more snows coming

My face and yours stuck in a kiss in a train station that winter morning.

Cool, so we’ve started with the important stuff. Now what’s happening?

I remember sitting in the train station that winter morning

Wind blowing and more snows coming

My face and yours stuck in a kiss in a train station that winter morning.

Leaving you for the coast heading toward the sun

there’s more life a coming we’ve only just begun.

(cool 1st verse’s done.)