Time and time again,

A lonely sky was dim.

And the cold dusk

after sundown,

Blows on my shoulders.

I looked upon the flowers,

still in bud, not blooming in pink.

But the grasses still green.

And the music starts once again,

Old songs was played like a chime,

But we dont have enough time to dance.

Running by the hands of the clock,

Like birds fly in a flock.

Let the momentum slow down,

When happiness and content lingers,

When feeling exhausted and frown,

When we need to find  some quietness.

But somehow,the ticking was

still on the same speed.

Knows the momentum we had made.

But it doesn't stop,

as we stop dreaming.

Its magical traces continued creating.

Broken hands  still returns the way,

The clock always tell,

the same time of day.

But it never goes back

to our lost  opportunity.

Sail through the time,

Make the world our stage.

No matter how the people respond,

The world is your canvass,draw your own boat and sail through the waves.

You are the sailor and you got your own time.

✍️~heidee~