Time
A thing that passes us by in a torrent
Of pain, pride and pleasure
It sucks from us our youth
Like a vampire feeding on a sweet maiden
In our anguish it seems to stop still
To stare at us with cold yet knowing eyes
In our joy it seems to laugh with us
To dance upon the winds and in our hearts
It the crushing blow in life
It is what makes us want to live
It is relentless and never ending
It is Time
And no one can escape its grasp