Where does the time go?

How does it slip away so fast?



Like its been dipped in oil,

It slips right through the cracks,

the cracks of my eager fingertips.

Fingertips that can't seem to grasp

The continuously moving hands of time.



How can I capture three, when there are only two of mine?

Worse than seeing blind,

Or running after speeding cars,

Chasing after lost time is a waste of time given.



Where does the time go?

An answer that will forever be unknown.

How does time slip away so fast?

An answer only answered when turned into ash,

But time before the end of time is confined.

So break through the clock,

And into time.