Lyris
Ticking clocks against the wall
Watch the evening shadows fall
Reach out for a fleeting day
Watch it melt and slip away.
The pulse is fast, the light is thin
Where do the wasted years begin?
The gears are turning in your head
Counting steps you’ll never tread.
And it’s gone, like smoke in the wind
The race is lost before you begin
The sand is a river, the glass is a cage
Time turns the leaf on an empty page.
Hollow echoes in the hall
Writing dreams upon the wall
But the ink is running dry
While the years go rushing by.
Slipping through your fingers…
Nothing ever lingers…
Just a shadow on the ground…
Home is nowhere to be found.