Time keeps on slipping by as if water through our hands
But water is only still when it is held and there it stands
Time on the other hand cannot be controlled or held
We are grasping at objects beyond our control
Some lay awake wishing for just one more day
While others are beyond desperate to throw theirs away
Time does not favor any single one of us but it passes us by
It's as constant as the always changing sky
While constant it still effects and ravages or blesses life
For some time is the physical representation of what we all face
Some see it as more than that as if it's a high speed chase
We chase after more just to have it slide through our fingers
We reach into our memory to grasp parts of the past that still lingers
People watch as nations rise and people fall to the tests of time
Art becomes the history to show the great and the sublime
Grasping for more time or wanting to give it all up in the depths of night
With shadows whispering to give it up without a fight
Or maybe the ones who dance in the day without fear of tomorrow
Before they know it time will no longer be friend but foe
Dreaming of past, future, and present even when they don't give a second thought
Slip sliding away it's in time that people realize change can happen in an instant so remember you fought
Day after day you're the ones who weathered the storm
While others were lost without the hint of a form
Time impacts each and every one of us seemingly being the entity of our problem
But in essence once you see the problem was the monster we grew so fond
Every season has its time and so do we a time to live and a time to die
From life's first breath we fall but eventually we learn to fly
Time and even death for that matter are nothing to escape
Merely they are the means to which we decide our fate
