Someone once told me that time was a cruel thing,
And I'm not quite sure I knew what she meant until now.
I've decided to write about it.
Time is a cruel thing,
And all everybody ever needs is 'more time,'
But you see,
You never have any more or less time then that which is always there,
Time is a cruel thing,
It forces you to keep moving forward at the same steady rate,
Never allowed to stop or slow down to pick up your fallen friends,
And when you fall,
Because it will happen,
When you fall there is no getting back up and catching up to the rest of the crowd,
And when you fall you become another lost soul,
Drifting endlessly forward without a purpose,
Alone for eternity,
And thus you become just another of the forgotten souls,
Assumed to have been taken to a better place,
When really you are in the same place you have always been,
The same rhythm of aching footsteps,
One pained step after another,
Even after you have long since given up hope that maybe one day you can stop and rest...that maybe one day you'd possibly be...free,
Time is a cruel thing,
Don't ever try and change it...and try not to fall,
For as long as you stay standing you are not forgotten...
You are not alone...
