Time keeps ticking on
Bringing with it a subtle sense of panic
For a life not fully lived,
Tasks still to be completed,
Fulfillment of dreams still out of reach
So much still to do
Before the sun rises on a new day,
Before the passage of time
Has more space between the seconds
In the meantime,
We can fit more love into the minutes
Stretch them out
And make the days grow longer
From the love that’s poured within
It’s the only way we know
To quell the human panic,
Live the myth of life fulfilled with time,
And live a life fulfilled with Love
When did they first clip your wings?
When did you go to fly,
Like you’d done so many times before
And instead of soaring,
Fell, lifeless, to the ground?
When did you learn that flying high
Is too threatening for some,
So you shouldn’t – you didn’t – fly at all?
And when did that moment come,
When the pain of not flying,
The phantom pain of forgotten wings,
Became too much to bear?
When did you no longer have a choice but continue to suffer
Or uncover that which had seemingly been lost,
To delicately unfold those withered wings,
Longing for devotion,
And see if they could still hold
The weight of your dreams?