Start the day with a handful of time,

Ready to venture out, to write every rhyme,

Radiating with youthful glow,

Maybe today, you'll conquer the show

Before long, you'll realize you've sung every song,

You've done everything, maybe right or wrong,

And time has slipped from your grasp,

You miss its feeling of fineness and rasp,

It poured out of your palms,

Now, the night has come,

And it leaves you thinking, "How? The day has just begun?"

CMT