time of night, time of flight, time of pinched hearts and astrud gilberto and raspy rusty memories. don't be a slave no more to empty walking. figuring out stops somewhere. cut the rope; i guess, find your formula.in a heartbeat. or a heartache. don't give allowance for looking back. leave it in the framed postcard and that's that. i'm not maximising my potential as a youth [with energy], with a potentially potent mind and heart!