The time is slipping from the hands of mine
The speed get enhance when i enjoy in a while
But stops like a blockade in the trouble of mine
The foe was never to be the word for the time
But neither like a friend he ever cared for the soul of mine.
Some moments i inhaled from the best part of the time
To emancipate the frequency of desire i used to find
And some moments i exhaled from the worst part of the time
To create a void for the wonderful memories which i am going to get in this time.