1 May 2012

Close your eyes and hear the sound,

Repeat and repeating keeps wearing me down.

I hear the clock tick, getting faster and faster,

Though I just can't quite see what the second hand's after.

As I race down the hall with that childish delight,

I remember that at night, I cling to you with fright.

The darkness doesn't know me, like you, all too well,

I'll race you to the end, I'll beat you there before the bell.

The memories have faded as the times have gone by,

Please tell me you're no longer afraid to look me right in the eye.

The truth is what we run from in times of doubt,

Running to hide, trying to figure it all out.

Someday I think that things will be different,

It all changes so fast, the focus a constant: your interest.

We're all together for such a small amount of time,

Passing the time by how many school bells chime.

But time's running out and we try to hold to each other,

Each day passes just as fast as another.

Yet we look to those closest and hope they can find,

Not just your hand, but a little more time,

To find a way out to make it slow down,

All too eager to get out of this too tiny town.

Then at long last we find it, the secret to the clock,

Instead of running, we should probably all walk.

Then it's just you and me and you're holding my hand.

This race down the hallway was so easily planned.

Others pull ahead and I see I'm not last,

I turn around to look back but it happens so fast.

The second hand slows and the memories sharpen,

For nearly tripping at the finish line, that seems like a fair bargain.

What we all would give to live it just once again,

But time's running out, my patience wearing thin.

I blink a few times, take a deep breath and count,

All these memories coming clear have caused a lot more than doubt.

So we revel in those times, give them one last good look,

As we slowly close another chapter, in our far too shortened book.