This fear that sets our minds affray. For truth is stretched and sliced to bits, Leaving it up to you to find what fits. Time which holds such powers great, Flying past us at an alarming rate. But as we grow, It speeds up more. So it must flow.
Time is rare and fleeting, Hard to hold and hard to save.
We exhaust it and lie in our grave. The times to come. Our efforts at reserving time are futile, For time will end when time is spent, Regardless of our frantic attempt. Therefore, enjoy the time we all have remaining. It's our life that we must live.