County Dock

And as you're sitting with old souls watching another day draw to a close listening to the sounds of frivolous chatter and endless melodies, you realize that the same sun has been rising and setting for years upon year. day by day nothing seems to change, but as days become weeks, and weeks become months, and months become years, time takes its toll on the world. time changes you, and you become one with time, aging as time ages. time is not infinite and these talks with old souls on county dock will cease to exist. your time together is limited, of which the limits are unknown. time is critical to your development, yet is what unravels you. time is what makes you, you. and as you're sitting on county dock with an old pal, you are blessed with the rare opportunity to reach back into the past and entwine it with the present. the two times collide, brushing past each other and leaving nostalgia in its wake. and as the moon rises and the sun sets, another day is upon you. another minute is ticking by and another daybreak is being broken. do not let time define you, but instead define time.