Ideal Time for Everything (Ολοκληρωμένη)

Touch of time

I sit confortably inside my big old chamber
and keep recalling distant memories and dreams
And in breezing wind s whistles
I hear the voice of a past lover

It seems my past like a mounted king s guard wildly remorcelessly s chazing me
i feel like im a hateful criminal with evident proven guilt
i find no selter no wall so defensively built
that ultimately from it
is protecting me

I see from the blurred window that sky s foggy
The earth for days is thirsty
For the coming rain is more than ready
and waiting with utmost joy

I see within the light of thunder
my messy old chamber
So many memories in every corner
That slowly extinct within the touch of time
And all my memories now seem Like a little piece of cheese
that s being swallowed by
time s big black roddent