People suspended in time
moment passing by
life before our eyes
but disguised in our minds
as memories fade and die
one breath away from death
in every step but the rest
that we leave behind

this life is short
and grows shorter
with time

So many thoughts
I must record
So many ideas
I wish to hoard
But I must hope
Before I die
That God has mercy
and renders mine.

I want to set you on fire. Take heed;
Don't play with desire
Life could be on the wire
With time growing tired,
and your love not invested.
But I digressed and just jested
at the idea of investment.
As if I haven't stressed this:
Take your love and your time
and invest it,
before time and desire
arrest it.