Time

Can you explain
This to my brain
All that I see
All that is me 
Each one of you 
It must be true
Time grips it all
Makes me feel small
Feels like a joke
Each passing stroke
The hands tick on 
Bring a new dawn
Day turns to night
Earth still in flight
Scenes on repeat
Nothing's concrete
Is it a dream
I want to scream 
The grains fall down
Dusting my crown
Just a bit more
So I am sure 
When my time's up
Life's filled my cup
Send me to sea
That's it for me

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