Time

Let it be 
let it become 
As it is becoming
Who we are now 
Is not who we well be
Who we were we will never be again
Now is our forever 
As one breath builds in the next we still see no future if it is all in the present
When I hear them say there is no time 
I feel an irritation
How stupid when I see 
My hair grey
 My loved ones Consumed in death
Trees grow taller
Cities grow larger
My eyes dimmer
Yet remove our flesh
And become a spark
There is no traces of time
Electricity does not grow 
Stale or unusable
It is always the same strength it is always 
Present in the same components
It refuses the game
And we are the same in
Spirit