Time sits still
while we sit still too.
Seems only calm,
as we ourselves are calm too.

Account for lost time,
can't register the lost seconds.
Where's all the time,
forget it when we make it to Heaven.
Falling away like falling angels
Don't hit the ground,
might not survive the damage.

My time is a stranger,
one who wears a red coat
Hidden in his pocket,
the cutting edge of time that cuts my throat.

What if I don't make it
close to tomorrow,
Was today the best I gave,
lend me a grace of grace
And a couple more years I could borrow.
I could lead the masses,
but I too could be good to follow.

Chewing through time,
but I don't think I can swallow.
Best to live life at my prime,
just in case I'm not first to wake tomorrow.