IT exist, surely It does. IT has to, fr we all feel it.
IT acts alike gravity, pulling us around IT's centre,
with powerful persuasion, wordless, speechless.
IT cannot occupy space, but it dominates space.
IT makes the young cry and the aged weep.
For once IT moves, there ain't no return.
Thats, my friend, is MR TIme. IT is a constant,
A rumbling sound,
an entity, all reaching,
all destroying.
IT doesn't wait,
IT only makes us wait.


And I personally cannot wait for the bike course to end end end. The travelling is making me very very tired. I mean big time tired. I need a break, and I know I won't get one.

Very tired, and it makes concentrating on the road tough. And I can't push start the bike! ARGH! I need some mass...just a little.

Someone's calling me over, I know that voice.
But I can't say who.
Someone's whispering to me, in sweet phrases, what I should do.
She stopped.
And this is when we scream.