Summer time... Så hvis jeg var død uten å merke det hvem spurte jeg hva klokken var ? --- Si he muerto y no me dado cuenta a quien le pregunto la hora ?

Time

One second,
We have no control,
Open our eyes,
The world i dizzy,
As a clock,
The hands move round,
One direction,
Constantly.

There is no pause,
Yet we drag along,
Yesterday, today, tomorrow,
Toss it around.
Like a paper bag,
We forget,
That we only have it once,
Don't waste it.

Sometimes we sleep,
Shifting dream to dream,
Wishing ourselves,
A way to move,
In all directions,
Though we want,
To remain in one place,
Unchanging.

Our breath slips,
Away on a breeze,
Carrying the unspoken,
Words and memories,
We wished to have known,
To have lived.
Before the last grain of sand,
Is lost in the fall.