Time Tells
time tells
like a yardstick in my memory
something strange and new
sits in my memories
a futuristic place for me
that holds all realism
in visions we live
yet in reality we give
i believed in something else
something you never had
time tells,
and isn’t that bad
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James Garratt – November 1996
Time Tells – November 1996
