WindMill

As Life and Time Pass me by

I sit idly and wonder why

Why I cant always win

Even though All I do is sin 

Time and again life throws its course 

And I sit back and watch in remorse

However it is not all full of despair

In hope there's still a little bit of hair

A thread of joy which I know will stay

Even if some of my best memories fade away

This object represents more than power 

Yet held over me it sometimes makes me cower

Expressed simply you watch it in fascination and lean over with your head

Yet before you know it time has passed you and your already dead

With it I can see 

And without I cannot be

Such a simple small device

That you hold in your hands colder than ice

Soon it will fade away into a phase

And I will just further continue my journey into the maze