Time,

Ever passing without remorse,

Leaves me grasping with all my force,

It seeks to drain me!

It seeks nothing at all,

Nevertheless,

My hopes do fall,

 

For each day does go,

And I have little to show,

All that could have been,

Many chances never seen,

I know regret is useless,

I cannot change, only express,

 

That the future,

It seems to skip me,

And jump into the past,

As though I tried to grab it,

But it was going too fast,

 

Yet that is not the case,

It is not a matter of pace,

It is of my own doing,

Of dreaming and not pursuing,