Time

so. I'm sitting on a couch thinking about time,
contemplating the mystery of the beauty of time.
cause it's always time to study, when I want to write,
time to write when nothing could be more right
than to play with friends and siblings of mine.

time is always faster when you're having fun.
funny isn't it, that in love, time can run.
not only this, but time, sometimes, just races by;
it can't be bought, or caught, it has wings, it will fly
whenever you smile, or cuddle with your loved one.

although it can't be caught, it can be saved!
for daylight only, not night, but morning it saves
for some seasons in some towns, some time gets moved
(from time to time) to morning - from night shooed.
but not in the west, there time the same stays.

now if I had a watch, that could tell time to halt,
it'd be worth more than money but death would be my fault.
but those moments of love that you wish would always last,
those seconds that you remember but now are past,
well, they'd never end. and history would be appalled.

as the sun goes down (and i get reminded just how busy i am)
one thing I'd like you to think: about the time that is flyin',
just think about life, and love, and all you live for
and remember to live for only all that you adore,
cause time cannot stop, despite the time we spend crying.

-Ben Ankenmann