• Time passes as you arise
    From your undisturbed slumber
    In a manner so quick and
    Mysterious like thunder.

    You will never know moments
    That has passed on in the wind.
    Memories precious so much
    In which you can't comprehend.

    Don't look back nor look ahead
    Keep your eyes just as a hole
    Opening in earthly ground
    Time itself you can't control.

    Fleeting moments won't stand still
    Just so you gain composure.
    The next day is not granted
    So wake up from your slumber.

    This non existing memory
    In which you want to obtain
    Shall disappear just as smoke
    Your path you yourself must gain.