Letting Go

The hands on a clock go round and round never stopping, never hearing, never waiting for thing's left behind Time is a constant reminder that thing's are forever changing forever moving....marching on and on You cant stay in one place forever, you can't hold on to time...you see it has no handles and is meant to pass you by So I'm letting go of you now all though it's very hard, I see you have no handles and your meant to pass me by