Alone in the Folds of Time
Time running away from us nowSomething you cannot hold on to
Incorporeally passing, impossible
Nothing to grasp and keep
Nothing to claim as yours
Life takes it slowly but quickly
Life like an always pulled rug
Beneath your feet residing
Slipping away like none other
Things to be gone forever
Leaving us older and dying
Leaving us abandoned by the future
Alone in the folds of time
Lonely in the last wisps of life
Whispers of age crossing your face
Memories are all we really have left
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