Time

Time.
Time is fleeting, time is scarce,
Time is leaving, leaving you bare.
Ticking, tocking, counting down like a bomb.
Running, not stopping,
And when you fall it drags you along.
Time.
Time is losing your hold on this life.
Time is suffering between love and strife.
Time is all of your memories falling farther behind.
Time is the blindness we've mistaken as sight.
Though by and by its hands do fly,
Make no mistake, its not real, it's a lie.
Time is just a dream in a dream we deny.