Our Time Is Running Out

Every day
Every night

Someone, somewhere
Something, some way
Our time is running out
Counting down…

Sands of the hourglass,
Slipping and sliding
Down the glass that is shining
Five, four…

Mysterious hands
So tempting, so taunting
Keeping dancing, humming
Never stopping
Three, two…

The walls closing in
No one hears your cry
For time, just for time…
To stop
For once.

One.

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