poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I sprained my knee long time ago
What time it was then I don't know
And frankly I don't think I care
All I know is what and where

And that is all I need to know
Cause time goes fast, and time goes slow
Time is made, of what we say
Time is weak, time is day

Night is timeless, so sleep tight
The stars they always shine so bright
Yet you don't see them, when it is light
The stars that shine, through time, so bright