time
there comes a time when we bid farewell to the exasperated potential
and instead
utter hello to the life that is waiting.
there comes a time when we learn to put away childish things
to seize the day in a new light
time takes the pain
we run with time
there comes a time when we finally and indefinitely grasp
that the clock that ticks the slowest
is the greatest gift we'll ever have
days pass and people change
and the things we love fall from our hands like sand through a sifter
but we try to hold on
we try to hold on
living in the past like it's our present
living in the past like it's our future
we see tonight the sun sets as it has yesteryear, sets for a new dawn.
ends to begin
again
we end to begin again.
we raise our hands to the sky in our praises, we fall to stand taller and we lag to run faster
our arms spread wide as we attempt to hold the distances
attempt to hold the years that pass
attempt to grasp time
until we learn
it is not the potential- heaving its last, exasperated breath--
rather the life that results, the bloom from the rain of the sky of time
propelling us onward
but holding us
we hold
we hold
until we learn
we must let go