Time slips through your fingers
When you see it, it usually lingers.
As you watch it slip away
Just beginning to ruin your day
You close your eyes and take a breath
Waiting to see what may come next.
You can feel the wind come up behind you
Hoping that it just won't find you.
You cannot take it anymore
Your feet just have to leave the floor.
Before you know it, you are running,
you may not see it
but whatever it is
it is coming.
You don't know what's so deep inside,
Your mind is like a butterfly
Trying to figure out
Where to go and what to do.
Will it stop? I don't think so.
The wind slows down,
and you begin to realize
what you must do.
You must simply go back to where it all started.
How does it make you feel?
You keep wondering if it's all real!
After time will it go?
No one will ever know.