Time flew by
And landed on the thick of it, just as I articulate
That it has passed me leaving traces of myself
I can see the parts of me left on the shelf
When it calls me, whose name do I hear
Could I ever let go of all my fear
To no longer become
You and why
Are anchors to the most of it, a person you commemorate
Existing only as we look together to the past
Holding on so our characters might last
When it calls me, I will reply
With the songs I've carried in a hum
We continue to become
The dusk falls so the day can break
And we let go, because being is at stake
To go on thinking in the ripples of time's wake
