It passes without warning and we know it never stops.
We people keep on living without a single thought.

We can't see it pass.
It's not like looking through glass.

It never grows. It shrinks.
It's always the same. Or so we think.

We measure it in minutes, seconds, hours, and days.
But as it all passes it's through nothing but a haze.

The days whirl by, never coming to a true end.
It ticks by, always rounding a bend.

We want it to pass faster each day,
Until we realize we need it to stay.

If it could only slow down for one measly day,
Maybe then we'd see the way.

The way to living just right.
The way to living without the fright.

Living to love and living to feel.
You see, time passes so we can heal.


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