Paper Planes

Time

Weeks are turning to months, and soon they'll turn to years.

You make days seem like seconds, and seconds seem like blinks of the eye.

Time with you is like a dream.

I can't catch it, because it doesn't seem to exist.

It's constantly running away, spinning around our heads.

Taunting us, and laughing.

We'll never be able to get a tight grasp on time.

But that doesn't matter to me, as long as I'm with you.