my, my how the time flies
when you're nothing more
than a passerby
in your own life
it's easy to get caught up
in the clouds floating by
but you don't live in the sky
so avert your eyes
et fais attention
to your ration of time
because the end is nigh
and beginnings continue to die
but as is well when the story
is written in the dead of night
under the watchful guise
of stars so impossible high
above