Time

Gliding down these meandering roads
I’m more than happy to just let go
Letting it tick on its own
Why is it that we have forgotten the simple soul?

Gliding down these meandering roads
Where each tick has just become seconds ago
Cause it has a mind of its own
We are so lost, it’s always in control

Gliding down these meandering roads,
Where each second has turned minutes for the lost soul
These memories have taken me to another whole
Where I will never get bored, even after I sit and snore

Gliding down these meandering roads
Where each minute has left me desperate for more
Interacting with her is the main source
I talk to her not to reach my bore

Gliding down these meandering roads
We met a couple of these amazing souls
Amazed to see, they earn from these same traversing cross roads
For these souls time is never such a bore