How much of our life is spent
Wondering about how time flows
We all have the same amount of it
Counting time keeps us on our toes.
It seems to be in everything
How time flies or where’d it go
We can have the time of our life
Or where it went, one can’t know.
Maybe it is the time of the month
Maybe it’s just time gets away
Maybe a reason for time to stand still
Maybe a time with nothing to say.
When we reach a certain time of life
We realize minutes aren’t all the same
There are some lost that shouldn’t have
A time that wasn’t held when it came.