Is it water? Is it Air?
Must be the tea you spilled this Morning,
Nah its time.
.
It flows and flows and keeps flowing,
Until Someday, Somewhere
It hits you hard on the swing.
.
You Desire it back then,
like a child wailing to get the moon,
the pangs of pain making you swoon.
.
Time is life, life is time,
give time glory,
it will make you shine.
.
To all the time that flowed through,
To all the time that wont come back,
we must borrow some more from its finite sack.
.
This time, we must let it glow
For neither me, nor you,
Can stop its flow.