The bu*ton of life has been running on play,
But has rapidly moved to fast forward.
I've slipped well past my allotted time
And right into time that is borrowed.
Like the blink of an eye, the years flash by.
Too fast they move, too fast.
What once was the future, still hidden from sight
Has become now a part of the past.
But I'll fret not about time that is lost,
I think that I shall instead
Be thankful for the time that's left
And look forward to planning ahead.