I want to know where

I want to know where all the time goes,
But the paths it follows nobody knows,
I want to know why the best times speed by,
I want to know when I spread my wings and fly

but here and now I sit pondering on
And some of my time has flown and gone
though that time has gone away
it's memories are what come to stay

sweet little  moments  I can keep,
the ones I dream of  as I sleep
though their time may seem small
those little moments  matter most of all.