time is ticking away.

Time is ticking away.
I watch it pass in front of me
and try to catch it
but
I can't.

Sometimes, time and I, we like to play games,
like tag for instence.
Mostly time runs away from me and I chase time
until my legs give out and my lungs burn.
Well really, that's usually how it goes.

There never seems to be enough time in a day.
Or is it just that we don't have the strength to chase it anymore?

Sometimes though, time and I pause and decide to go on a lesurly stroll together.
Time holds my hand and we just walk, perfectly in-sync.
Those are the times I like most.

'Cause for some reason,
when you slow from a run to a walk,
you see things better.
Everything is so much clearer.
All those blurs go away and you see things
real things.

You see color
and roses
and fresh ink on paper
and people, real people.

You smell the fresh laundry
and the grass that's just been cut,

and you see the smoke in the sky
and the fire on the hill side.

You look up at all those tiny stars above your head,
and you see beauty
and love
and hope.

You see strength
and passion
and conviction like you have never seen before.

Those are the times I like most.

But then time says, "I have a secret for you," with a devilish grin.
and time runs off giggling.
And i run after time.
And the world becomes a blur again.

Time is ticking away, folks.
Time is ticking.


 Marley Kay
(your dreamer)