The Days Roll By...

If every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time,
Where does our time go
When that plan fails?
We use that time to whittle away
Fears and the dread of never succeeding
In the first place.

We slowly whittle away what is left of our time.
Killing seconds and moments
That we could've held dear.
But we decide to hide indoors,
Causing the days to roll by.

The days roll on,
The nights cold as ever.
The time has soon come,
No way to escape it.
Like minerals in the ocean,
We'll be carried away.

Shall we sing until we get there?
Ah, nevermore!
Nevermore shall we gaze into the bright eyes
Of the others.
Nevermore shall we know the treasures of Earth
That we take for granted.
Ah, nevermore!

We have taken for granted
The things we have left behind.
Whether it be friends or family,
We left them behind.
What are you left with in the end?
Whatever you have done, you could be alone at the end.
Don't look back,
That's what we've been told before.
Some of us do that,
And we can't help but wonder
What we could've done different,
What we could've done right.

We have squandered everything dear,
No matter what, you'll live in fear.
Your days will be miserable, your nights cold.
And all I'll do is laugh as I pass away,
And thus, the days roll by...