Time
so much and so little,
how we play out the strings,
like on a small fiddle.

The tune is sweet,
some times it's abysmal,
it's a love song, but a damning riddle.

Ah how it plays with us,
saying we have plenty,
only to find, how fast it fills,
even when we're still empty.

Time,
what a wonderful,
precious thing,
we always need more,
when we just need understanding.

Time well wasted,
is when i'm with you,
time elsewhere, with others, oh it just wouldn't do.

So here I sit,
far across the room from you,
how much time have I wasted,
not knowing what to do.

Just want,
want,
need,
one more time.

Before we leave.