Counter-time

There is no us now
If you ask me
There no space or time
For us
There is just what two foolish
Young teens
Hoped and dared to become once.

I’ve got the feeling that you look behind
Towards what was yesterday
You do not listen to what they say:
“That what you got you got
The rest is gone.”

There is no corner
Willing our story
It is just empty piece of life.
The dreams we had once
To dry the oceans
I’ve got no words
To voice them now.

There is nobody
To will to stop now
And to embrace love stories
From the past.
About two young teens
Their age of glory,
And what they have been once.