Do you like Byron? Or Mozart? Or spring?
Do you like guessing the soul's essence from within?
Do you like music? Or seagulls? Or trains?
Do you like singing? Or a warm beautiful rain?
Do you like poems? Or a still nature in a flame?
Do you dream of flying? Or you're the flight itself?
Do you dream of angels? Or you're the light from them?
Do you love an apple? Or is it just a peach?
Do you love to tango? Or you just love to preach?
Are you just a measure of the passing time
or the second's frozen 'till the end of mine?
Do you know the moment when our worlds collide?
Do you know the secret of the greatest rhyme?
When I take my pencil and find you beside
all my time is dyin'; I'm the king of time.
