Time keeps slipping past
I try to hold on,
But it sits like so much water
In clumsily cupped hands

I am the tip of a restless drill
Backed with the force of inevitablity
Carving endlessly through thick fog,
the blindness of what's to come

I am pushed,  endlessly on
And when I look back I realize only
How distant now, my old reality was
And I'm pushed ever further away

Every moment begins and ends without consent
If I'm ready to relinquish one present for the next,
Every moment passed is a loss to the current of time
Which I Greive,  yet I gain another

She remembers neither my glory nor sin,
In an unmarked world, I am born again