There's time to listen to very metaphysic song, on the other hand, another time to do to light one, either.

Time is at least to me unidentified at catching its mind or idea, but some acceptable or not in measuring could be there.

Music, art, or any kind of human legacy, landscape, and our own perception, mutually interacted, and segregated and merely existing alone.

Look time running, hear time hesitating, but watch yourself so carefully. 

There's a song only genius can write, create and sing, but another song only genius can never do so. The mutual set on the earth means so much.

Skies are constantly changes in the appearance, but they probably could never watch it totally, because it's not perceptive presence, but thus skies can overspread on the earth.

In the end, only time can run according to nothing, and the enigmatic nature talks a few, except to us, don't go away now happiness. 

Necessarily time does never shout so, and we only can do so.

Jan. 28 th.     2024