Snail When the world was slow And there was time I was a snail And there was a shell Leaping thru clouds Full of clear waters And songs of blue Shining from We lost the shell But it didn't matter The songs from clouds Kept us happy But now The songs sound Very strange indeed And as if new And now, again Which is slow And what is time? We are to look for Shaky and yet soft The hasty road I was the shell And thus the snail
