As I gaze at the city lights,
And all the cars rushing through the night,
I begin to wonder what it's like
To not feel time
We of this earth are chained to time
And it quickly passes from our hands
Your young one moment and old the next
Life passes by like patterns washed away in the sands
No matter how hard I try
Time will pass me by
And when our lives come to a close
Time just goes, goes, goes
You can't stop it
You can't give it
You can only live in it
Time's a blessing and a curse
Sometimes it's good sometimes it's worse
We are all bound by time.
Oh, what is it like to live outside of time?
To live forever but always be in your prime?
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