Out Of Time

It's funny though
How much we know
But also sad
That we're not glad.

What does it feel
To have a thrill
To stop at once
And catch a glance?

These senseless words
Are all I've learned
From fear and love
From up above.

I cannot stay
I must just pray
To be in time
For all that's mine

And thus I run
Through love and calm
Through joy and wealth
Through life itself.

I must not rest
I cannot taste
Anthing that's mine
'Cause I'm out of time.

It's very sad
I can't be glad
Joy I can't find
For I have no time.

And so it ends
Along with my dais
I was on the run
But I had time.