Time

I don't seem to post anything except lyrics and dialogues these days. But when the same feelings have already been expressed in such a sublime fashion, I don't see much sense in croaking like a frog!

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older
And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say