In a blink of an eye,
the car passes by,
the boat glides past,
the aeroplane flies by.
With sixty ticks of the second hand,
a new minute arrives;
each foot forward,
signifies one foot away;
as each sunset takes place,
marks the end of another day.

And with every breath we take,
a breath older we get,
and over time, things which appear to matter before;
doesn’t seem to be important after all.

When time goes.