ELEKXIAR

Sand can be contained in a bottle, But time will always slip away, Moments quickly turn into memories, The colors gradually become gray. Time is something we can't grasp, It flies so quickly it's unreal, Each second that passes is precious, At birth we're nailed to the wheel. Some days it spins faster then others, Life sometimes becomes a blur, We rarely stop to count the seconds, Something always seems to occur. I often take my time for granted, Always assuming that I've got more, Someday there won't be another breath, And my wheel won't turn anymore. Moments like this are rather sobering, This breath was never mine to keep