Time, that never ending momentum,
It goes so quickly as age increases,
Where does it go?
Sometimes it seems to slow down
In those moments of unrest,
Or sadness.
But in those moments of joy,
Or happiness,
It just flies by.
Time always goes though,
It seems to drift away
Never to be seen again.
It just flows down the plug hole,
Flows down every time you pull the plug.
So is there a way to stop time,
Stop time from passing.
Why don’t we stop washing
And stay young?