Time space and rivers of golden fears do rewind. Ivy imported wills to cover up years that can never be healed. Ready for time but, not so sure about fees with rust of neat words and crows at my feet. Frozen with sight and no heavy sleep the world spins round while little count sheep. Time is yours and those you complete so sing a song or hold your head not in defeat. Go back to the void of little debate or take roads higher and find that escape. Monitored always but sweet is nice cake so take something worthy and make for great dates.