ClocksAs the red ribbons twirl thoughout the Sky. Like the flick of LIGHT fleeting in their eye. Moments of time, it's my design. Like the runaway that slips your fingertips. It's the ONE you miss, the taste still on your LIPS. Moments in time. It's my design. It's the season gone, that LINGERS in the air. It's that favourite song, that HAUNTS you everywhere. Moments in time. It's my design. Each and every act, in kindness and in crime, will our futures be, born again in time.