Ain’t got time for messin’ around, and it’s not my style.

Little notes that sing, little words that rhyme, make the mighty memories and the dreams of time.

* Yes, we saw him twice last year, but that was for his nonfiction book. Not the same thing.

It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going.

And if I had an aeroplane, I still couldn’t make it on time.

All the times that I’ve cried, keeping all the things I knew inside.

If you’re lost you can look and you will find me, time after time.

There was a time, a storm that blew so pure.

Hold the line; love isn’t always on time.

This will be our year. Took a long time to come.

Won’t you be in Nerdfighterlike with me?

Continue reading “Won’t you be in Nerdfighterlike with me?” →