Running out of time
Seconds tick into minutes, slip into hours.
Seeds grow into leaves and explode into flowers.
We're running out of time,
And time's not ours to make.
We're running out of time,
It's only ours to take.
Yesterday burns to memory, turns to history.
Today fades away, now gives way to mystery.
Time's not on our side,
Can't turn back the ticking hands.
Can't run, can't hide,
Can't hold back the slipping sands.
Days creep into weeks and bleed into years.
Wants grow into needs and explode into fears.
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