To thee, I pose a question,

Where shall the time go when it has passed by?

Does it creep through the window up into the endless realms of space,

Or sit on our shoulders, waiting for the moment when we cannot bear it anymore?

Perhaps it disappears, never to be see again,

For oftentimes I, myself am wondering how it comes and goes,

We rely on time for most everything in our lives,

But time does not rely on anything, 

For it simply passes by.