time is but a mist
a drop in the ocean vast
a tiny grain of sand
slipping through lifes hand
a blinking of the eye
a hurried bird in flight
the changing of a woman's mind
all in the nick of time
blowing like a breeze
rustles through the trees
heading mainly south
in its up's and down's
much to fast to catch
till there is nothing left
all but in your head
time is but a mist