Time is Short
Tempis Fugit. Time flies.
Our inner child wants to soar.
But the world around us just roars and roars.
We rush, rush, rush, when growing up.
Then we wish, wish, wish, could just stop the clock
But time goes so slow, when you're just so.
Childhood sucks when you're growing up
When do they become the good 'ole days?
How do we define what was swell?
My days grow slightly shorter
My wishes grow longer and longer
My lofe continues to be fuller.
Time keeps on slipping, into the future.
Tempis fugit. Forever and ever.
Time is Precious. Forever.