Time is aways running away
Never finding its steady place
Keeper needing constant minding
Wearing away the numbers on its face
Gears getting weaker with every winding
Everything starts going out of pace
We getting older ever more reminding
How slowing down never wins any race
Fast or slow the mighty sea still grinding
Each grain of sand falling into its place
Everyday the sun maketh a moon shining
No matter what we believe is the case
Caught up in the act of falling or rising
Always coming from the same place
Steady as when a compass is aligning
Light oh sun!!! ….fill up in our space