• I lay in the grass and stare up at the sky.
    Clouds come and go but nothing really changes;
    except for me.
    I don't notice myself getting older unless I stop to think about it.
    It's a scary thought, death.

    Laying down in the grass, in the sun, I close my eyes.
    I like to feel the warmth of his brilliant rays.
    As time flies by me while I lay in the grass,
    I think death might not be so bad.
    As long as I could stay in this warmth forever.
    Laying down forever.

    I'm only human, though.
    Eventually I have to sit up and return to reality.
    It's a sad feeling, a real sad feeling.
    The clouds I was staring at before are gone.
    I wish I could pause and rewind.

    Everyday, every minute, every second.
    They're all so precious.
    Each one slips from me quickly.
    I reach out to grasp each in my hand but Time is fast.
    Time is my friend and my foe.
    I'll never defeat him, I can only accept him.
    I was taught as a child that resistance is futile.