Does time exist, or is created my man?
To fool us, to scare us, to limit our plans.
To make us fear death, and our short time on Earth.
A clock counting down since the moment of birth.
Is time the ticking I hear in the room
Or is it the cycle of the Earth and the moon?
Is it 365 days I have left to be 'young'
Or the passing of darkness to the rise of the sun.
Is time here to help me, or scare me away.
So much I could do, but such a short day.
Is my time adding up, or is my clock counting down
Is there extra time that I haven't yet found.
Time is here to remind me not to waste what I've got.
To absorb each moment, each smile, each thought.
Sure I wish I had more, 'cause it goes by fast
But I'm going to make the time I have last.