[ The clock hands run like water ]

The clock hands run like water

Chasing the days, hunting the times

Forcing us to stare at the circle

and its monotonous sound in our lives.

This tired, old face that stares

from this cracked, dusty mirror

is it the same as yesterday's?

Have I learned from the millions of tears

Have I discovered the truth

Hidden behind the blood of these years

Or has the image of a child never faded?

I took each day as a crisp new page

Trying to write with a different ink

Defining the edges of a blurred new way

To see and hear and make things.

What have I learned by building these castles?

One by one i stacked infinite stones

I've learned to never take things as they go

but to cling to every breath I take

Because each new path we discover

Is a new road to truth, for the better.