I run around in time,back and fourth,fourth and back. The words dance across the paper to the music of time. I miss her,i do,but in time and space,we can not be together,sadly,for something is preventing it. I'll find it,one day. I'll beat time. I'll find her. I promise her....i'll make it up to her.....time.......timey wimey......time.....space......what is real and what is not.