Where The Clocks Lose Their Hands

There is a place, you wont find on a map,

A destination good and strong.

It’s hard to find once you start looking,

So don’t fall into that trap.

It’s a solo place, where you don’t need mates,

A situation, fast and free.

There you can find, some piece of mind,

You wont need days or dates.

Please don’t brag, once you land,

Don’t share the how but the why.

It’s a rare and magical place to be,

Where the clocks have lost their hands.