i think of life often
almost as quickly
memories and dreams are gone

where does the time go?

when i was younger
the hours seemed to wait for me
until i was ready to let them go

time has little respect for wishes
it moves to the next minute
without conscience

these words are just to say ‘hello’
to days you once knew
before i knew you

when you hear the distant laughter of children
think of me
and i’m sure you’ll know
i’ve heard them too