The perception of time is a humorous thing
So much depends on its tick-tock ticking
When did it start, when is its end?
How does it curve, where is its bend?

Ironic, that it seemingly lasts forever
Only to stop short our fragile life endeavor
Does time hold power to heal all wounds?
Those leftover are often scarred and bruised

Remembering these three things,
help me cope
It closes the gape of uncertainty,
tears and hope
Even though it may disappear,
it still happened
You may have concerns of reality,
they are valid

I think she would like to stop and pause too
This infinite round can exhaust even you
You can't tell time anything it wants to hear
It simply reaches midnight off the basis of fear