Bearings of Time

Sitting in this shabby chair By the screen at night In the middle of nowhere Outside and inside I’ve been meaning to tell you Something that you know For a long time that passed through Something you won’t show But you know it well enough So I am aware That we can’t delete this stuff It is always there Not my fault of past or present Neither it is yours It just happens, or it doesn’t Without any cause Calling through the wind and snow It’s the voice of time Time to come, and time to go Time that brings no sign Time that says it is too late Time to close the call Time that has no time to wait Time that makes me small Time to hug an empty space Kissing this cold air Time to turn my smiling face Back into nowhere.