Time Keep On Slippin'

Time keep on slippin’

Time keeps on slippin’, slippin, slippin’,
driftin’ away like May flowers in the fall,
like stallin’ for time,
like waitin’ in line to find it’s just been wasted time.
Like tastin’ the fruit of just makin’ due with whatever.
All I wonna do is get it together,
do a lil’ bit better.
Until I can, I take me some letters
put them together in some type of an arrangement
until it forms a statement,
Now made into a phrase that sounds sort of like what I’m trying to say,
although it’s hard for me to convey my feelings in words.
No time is disturbed when I’m movin’;
when I’m persuin’ something.
But when I’m doin’ nothing for my-self,
found with a wealthy span of time on my hands,
Man! Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’.
Rippin’ away minuets from my days
and what seems like hours from my nights.
My sight’s, as of right now,
maybe way too hazy
from constantly gazing way to far out
of line beyond the length of time in my right now moment.
I’m hopin’ I could hold it all in before time slips away again.
I spend each second like I’m expectin’ to get back borrowed time I’ve loaned out.
I doubt I can remain the same
if I don’t regain the time I used to weigh my options.
Wish I could stop that
time that keeps on slippin’, slippin, slippin, into the future.