The Countdown

Things look grim
Time’s running thin
It was on our side but now it’s gone again
I guess it slipped away
Sifting through the grains
If I had the time I would make it pay
Time on my hands, but my hands are tied
Deal with the knots that we never denied
Tomorrow hit me and it woke me up
Yesterdays grasp become unlocked
Rubbed my eyes because it was today
I want to sleep my life away
Tomorrow so distance
Future so vague
Yesterday is a memory
Memories fade