The clock ticks
In the middle of the night
She lies awake
Till the morning light

Deep in thought
She thinks back so far
Once so young
She could touch the stars

Where is she now
she needs to know
She sits silently
But the road wont show

Where is she now
What is she to know
The mystery of life
Has not been shown

She wants so much
To find her dreams
The clock ticks on and on
It only seems

All she really knows
Is how time continues to fleet
So silently, and wonderingly
In bated breath she seeks



Written by:  S. Matheson
7/23/2003
~ Time Fleets ~