Mother of Time

Mother of Time

(Dennis Small / Christian Nóvé)

Moments are born and then they die - watch them fall out from the sky
between the earth and outer space - do the gods all wear a mask
or do they have a real face.

Thoughts explode like rockets - traveling away so far, so fast
but you can never find the future - if you forget about the past.

THE MOTHER OF TIME
She licks her tongue - and she eats her young
as soon, as their song as sung
THE MOTHER OF TIME
No hour is lost - everything has a cost
as soon, as a moment´s tossed.

Deep in her mind there are no clocks
building up like a pile of rocks
time is an ocean, today´s the shore
and there´s never no escape
because they have no real shape.

The mother of time - no reason, no rhyme
the future is the mother of time.