Days feel hollow
Months get swallowed
Time is moving fast
I don't know how much time has passed 
24 has turned into sixteen 
I hardly have time to fix me
One day turns to 8 
I try to be on time but I'm always late 
Time slips right by
No matter how hard I try
The grip is not as tight 
We're turning into light
Vibrating at a higher speed 
Our physical bodies we'll no longer need 
The shift is coming faster and stronger 
I just wish my days felt a few hours longer..
Yet it is a sign of the changing times 
Let's unbuckle our seatbelts and enjoy the ride