Time elapses, my breath unfolds,
I look to the wind, as a story is told,
One about seconds, and how they roll,
Drafted by gods, or so it is sold.

Looking above, and far below,
The world can sink, the world can grow,
Day by day, there is sun, and there is snow,
What controls this continuous flow?

Many have tried, has any found,
What truely makes the world go round?
Elapsed by pulses of momentum, it cries,
It cries, as it looks into our humanly aged eyes,

Destruction uproars, many are hurt,
Towns have sunken, made into dirt,
Flowers have come, just as they go,
Does it end, do any of you know?

Drifted awareness, our imagination roars,
Caressed by moonlight, our bodies they soar,
But things keep going, they never stop,
Elapsed by time, my breath now drops.