Time is flying by
Day by day without a pause
a week, a month, a year; all wthout a cause.
Time is escaping my grasp
My mind is clouded with days of the past
How can I focus my thoughts and hear myself?
The scratching of pen on paper
The realization of my thoughts come much later.
It muflles the noises of my busy life
And halts the hands of the clock.