Time hesitates, with my face in the mirror.
For years I’ve grown, but the world still isn’t clearer.
Ages ago I was a little girl.
I was quite content in my little world.
But the hours, the minutes, the seconds they blur.
I begin to get anxious and my words seem to slur.
The future seems like miles ahead, while the past is a vision
Only awake in my head.
Time has a limit and it’s winding down,
Gone in an instant without making a sound.