There are times when i'm on top of the world
There are times when i'm at its core
There are times when i accept it
There are times when its a chore

Time heals all wounds, or so the saying goes
What about the naked eye, blind to my bones
How long does it last for? does it ever end?
it's a hard path to walk, going around the bend

Time is a strange way to measure an emotion
Since when did time cause this much commotion
The sound of silence interrupted by a ticking clock
Time once again is running amok