Slips Through Fingers

Measured be the graces
And allotment so minute
All that you are granted
Is the right to the pursuit
Take all that you can carry
Fill your pockets to the brim
Mind you do not tarry
Time is wearing thin
I can’t keep up with the weeds
I can’t keep back the ivy
I can’t keep up with the weeds
Dust crawls languidly across the floor… Rust bleeds
I can not stem the flow
I know, I know
I can not stem the flow
I know, though…
Measured be the days, be the hours, be the measure
Be the beats by which you measure every moment that you treasure
Guaranteed is seldom more, is little more, is nothing more than this