Time is slipping through my fingers
flowing like an endless river
always running never stopping
for a break.

People out there always working
there's no time for me or you
no time to waste in this haste
we call life.

Looking through my open window
I see ghosts of wasted lifetimes
never finding oh so blinding
a trace of joy.

Writing nonsense in the evening
shadows dancing on the walls
pain is showing in the mirrors
of my soul.