Speed

With the scent of a sea storm I entrust the clock to make a move in the direction of South There at the bottom of the unseen mystery is rolling the question Fresh and protected by love or by money the cards have been turned and there's only the guessing Blossom - a day with neolithic distraction I hear there's nothing better than stay Undoing the past and releasing the creature the one that no one has asked for and no one will truly believe.