Turn the hourglass,
It ran empty once more..
See the sun shifting,
Is the moon there again?
See the seasons changing,
A year has passed once more..
When will we grow tired?
Of checking the time?
Waiting in line?
We are nothing but slaves,
of the changing time..
No could ever succeed,
Escaping the consequences
Of the simple shifting from the earth..
The seasons will keep changing,
The hourglass will empty,
The sun will make room for the moon..
No-one,
Could ever,
Make it different..
Even if we tried..