As i sit on a lonely bench
I look back into the sands of time

I see people
Situations, moments, memories
The people who bring out the worst in us
And the ones who bring out the best

I see laughter
I see sadness
I see the dawn and the setting sun

Its not everyday you wake up
And find the world a different place.

Time is not as we perceive
Its not always as it seems
It relative, but does it really exist?

Past Present Future
Three different phases of time
Or all the blend of the same
That i guess
Is for me to wonder
And for you to figure out.