24 hours in a day
365 in a year
All in all, the passage of time
is one of few things I fear...

Money comes and goes,
things add up in a stack,
but time is the one and only thing
that happens, and never comes back.

How do we spend this precious resource,
when mistakes we make allow no recourse?

No exchanges, no returns,
even when the pain of losing it, burns...

Many say that time can heal,
that time can ease the hurt you feel,

but while that theory may be real,
that time's gone too, forever sealed.

It's all been written, they've closed the book,
never giving it one more look.

So what can we do from dawn to dawn?
Before another day is gone?

Or another month, or another year?
What can we do while we're still here?

I want to leave something more behind
than just some piece of paper, signed...

To make my mark,
to rise above,
I truly feel
that the way is love.

To put a smile on someone's face,
means more to me than winning a race,

making a fortune, or finding fame!
Our limited time just isn't a game,

something to be won or lost.
Whatever we do, time is the cost,

the greatest price that ever was.
Nothing costs more than time does!

I saw X, I did Y, I visited Z.
I saw many things I wanted to see.

But years from now, what will it mean,
that vast number of things you've seen?

Not as much as it would if you passed things on.
And I don't mean trophies, or clothes one can don,

I mean feelings. Emotions. A smile on a face.
Things that make this a better place.

I know, for sure, that that's what I want.
But this passage of time, it seems to taunt,

tease, terrorize and twist my heart.
What do I do now, and how do I start?

Am I now just standing still?
Am I working towards more than nil?

I think I know what I'm excited about,
but time's passage fills me with doubt,

as I know any move means taking a risk.
"You could be wasting your time! Tsk, tsk!"

says the voice in the back of my mind.
At the end of this road, what will I find?

A smile, a laugh, and a warm embrace?
Or shock and tears upon my face?

The only thing that's certain is
the uncertainty I know;
for all the knowledge I claim to have,
I'm wondering where to go.

And all the while, the clock moves on,
continuing to tick,
for all the tape and glue one has
will not cause time to stick.

Another year has come and gone,
what do I have to show?

Am I closer to my goal?
Am I? Yes or no?

The answers, they elude me,
I'm confused at every turn,

Is this direction right?
Can I know? Can I learn?

I want to hope, I want to try,
I want to love, I want to cry,

For all of this, where can I go?
The clock ticks... I don't yet know.

But despite my uncertainty,
I see a half-full cup.
The clock won't stop ticking,
but I'll never give up.