Мышление: Музыка для работы и фона

Don't owe it time to show. And time stands still. But something's distant real. I try to rush To think. From what I feel. Don't know this story thing. I find myself untouched. But something stays beneath. I don't need to know. I don't need to find. I needed something more. I feel the storm At ease. And something's breathing. I call the story to my Coat. And touch the story told. Stories do believe me. But they still serve No warning comparison