Time

Time passes quickly, you blink, then it's gone And after one moment, the next comes along They stretch out for decades but when you reflect You're losing more -- you see, they all connect Can't live for the moment, we dwell in the past Because those sweet times, they are too good to last And ten seconds later, we don't realize They have slipped away right in front of our eyes Time is an illusion and time marches on We are its players, we're merely the pawns Yet rarely we stop just to ponder the purpose 'Cuz time's not our friend, nor does time serve us