Time and Life

Both time and life are gifts

Sometimes they are used,

others they sit and wait. 

Both move fast or slow,

depending on what face of the moon

decides to shine upon your crying eyes.

Life either has too much or too little, 

are we ever satisfied?

Time moves far too fast or far too slow,

who can escape its embrace? 

Whether we see it or not, both are gifts.

We can't see them pass unless we slow down.

Both overcome and leave you at some time, 

and you feel a sense of joy or dread

depending on what side of salvation 

decides to shine upon your dying eyes