An open account in the bank of time...

Once a friend an I were driving late at night. The road was dark and it was rainning. I was scared because he was driving too fast. He then started to ran faster and faster, the cars passed by as a blur.
Then he stopped. "You felt it, don't you" he said.I knew what he meant.

I feel humble, I feel ashamed.God,If I could believe in youI guess I would askWhy you always spare me the worstNo matter how hard I try to be wrongBy what obscure means or designI'm being kept safe, in spite of myself.


The currents are shifting...
tic toc, tic toc, tic tocYou'd been granted more time