the clock ticks, ticks, ticks nothing's ever new, only rewritten tales told by those who forgot what their heart whispered looping echoes in halls of grey, the air thick with memories not lived, not passed "once upon a time, once upon a time", cried the mirror, reflecting shadows instead of faces listen, listen, the drip continues forgotten_dreams.html fleeting_lights.html turning_page.html

do you remember, remember me, remember you here, where time doesn't care, the clock hands laugh at us outside the window, an invisible parade of moments rushed by, missed "future?" murmured regret, but the past echoed back instead always, always here, the tick tick never ceases broken_threads.html endless/journey.html showtime.html

once again, once again, once again the loop resists breaking, a dance of stepping stones on stagnant water here the paths diverge not, only the paperboat drift, endlessly in circles whispers cling to walls, to floors, to ceilings we could escape, said the echo, if we just stopped listening