Minute by minute, the clock, like a soldier in the midst of battle, clicks on
Hour by hour, never stopping, as the days slowly turn to weeks.
Things that were built on the foundation of legacy are sanded down
Something new always becomes something old,
Something strong always becomes something fragile
This is a curse of the abundance that witch we are plagued with.
give an enough time, the things that were, will be no more.
As they say \"your in the prime of your life\" don\'t waste it.
Time might be an illusion, but it breaks everything down as it ticks on.
Memories fade into nothing, monuments get warn down,
and all that will be will be nothing eventually.