We find time...

To find the time,
to lose our mind,
our senses blind,
just hit rewind...

As if all the rhymes,
and all the lines,
were cut divine,
like a slice of prime...

The trees that climb,
we see their shrine,
cloaking the signs,
within their vines...

So while bells chime,
all intertwined,
it's a musical bind,
of musical wine...

Now to each be kind...
Do not ask me why...
To lose our mind,
we will find the time...