Dear Father Time

Oh time.. oh time,
Where did you go?
Did you hide in the buds of flowers during winter's snow?
If time does fly,
Which bird is it so?
Oh time.. oh time,
Where did you go?
Do you go to a place of secret that no one ever knows,
Or do you enjoy a party with Mother Nature and play host?
Do you hibernate to escape the cold,
Or do you just wait for the leaves gone from fall to grow?
Oh time.. oh time,
Where did you go?
Did you forget about us, while you were away?
Make amends, catch up and turn our hair gray?
Were you present when we were young, and danced in your wake?
Oh my goodness, for goodness' sake.
Time is the ilusion, given to experience of place.
It is only measured by man,
created to say, "You know nothing of life, you're young."
So I'm told.
If my bodies so young, how can I feel so old?
You see, time to me, you're an imaginary state.
How can you waste what wasn't there to take?
How can they say you live in a clock's hands and it's face,
and there it's where you tick life away.
You can count all the years until everyone's grown old,
Just know that to me, the only thing I count is and how did I grow. Dear Father Time, where did you go?