Slipping Through Fingertips

A minute. An hour. A day. A year.

All passing by with just a blink of an eye

Goals yet to be finished

Promises broken

Dreams wander

The list goes on and on

Maybe for another day

Tomorrow. The day after that. And the day after that.

Time passing

And before you know it

It's just too late

Time runs continuously

You stay static

A minute. An hour. A day. A year.