meadows of time

whispers of the truth are thrown around by the shadows of the trees that can only be seen under the light of the moon many things complicate the fairy tale web but few know how it really feels patience is of the seconds on the clock that dwindle away when you're asleep no one knows where to find you when the stars fade in the visceral company there's something nefarious about the way things work-the way things tick tock away the sunlight doesn't pretend to know you or know what you do when he turns his back don't be afraid it's worth your while