I thought I could be the keeper of time Holding onto the most precious things Like a handful of sugar squeezed tightly into a child's stubborn fist Refusing to let go
I let everything around me change They turned sour, became bitter Withered and faded Till nothing was the same Till no sweetness remained
I thought it didn't matter I thought I kept what I loved safe
But when I finally opened my palm To savor what I held most dear I realized, in horror, That almost all of it has slipped away Save only for a few seeds of memories That the gale of time might At any unexpecting moment, Steal them all away.