Time,
Where does it go?,
Does it join the back of the queue,
Like some never ending carousel?,
Coming back around again and again,

It's been a year now since you left us,
You left us, to join the back of the queue,
But not to come around again,
Never to come back around again,

Your queue took you somewhere else,
To some other time and place,
More like a train than a carousel,
This train never comes back around......

Time,
Where does it go?.......