Oh How the Days Fly
oh how the days they fly
> they soar above the clouds
> with the flutter of a heart beat
> and memories resound
> time is an endless thing
> that the days seem to forget
> as they fly much too fast
> for humanity to get a grip
> and we try to catch the days
> as they leave one by one
> but we stumble and fall
> teetering on oblivion
> And as humanity sits alone
> with only the Earth and its wonders
> we beg for more time
> to explore
> to wander
> Because the days don't just fly
> they run faster than light
> and we can't keep up
> but yet we still try
> we snatch up the days
> all the ones we can reach
> the days that run slow
> and the hours we can keep
> because time is a precious stone
> worn around our necks
> wisdom and love and pain
> are used to polish it
> and our time is our days
> and our days are our lives
> and without all our days
> then we could not fly.
Copyright © Rena Jakway | Year Posted 2015
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