Time’s Running Out

Sitting on this old park bench, watching shadows go by

Expressions in a hurry, chasing something before they fly

I wonder what they are thinking, heavy in their minds

Are they good enough for the ones they leave behind?

Some talk to ghosts of yesterday, some drown in could-have-beens

Caught in a whirlwind of doubt, where the light grows dim

Chances come and chances go, like leaves in the autumn wind

Minute by minute, hour by hour, time slips through our hands again

Before you know it, you’re old and gray, with whispers of regret

Too late for “I wish I did,” too late for “I forget”

I sit here for a moment, watching the world rush past…

Memories like photographs, fading in the frame

Some we hold too tightly, some we’re scared to name

Living in the in-between, of what was and what could have been

A world that keeps on spinning, but never waits for me

Chances come and chances go, like sand through the hourglass

Faster now, it’s racing down, no way to make it last

Before you know it, you’re old and gray, staring at the end

Wondering what story you were too afraid to send

Time just keeps pouring away…

As the pages turn, we feel the binding start to break

The final chapter coming to a close, no matter what we make

In this life we only keep the love that we have given

Every moment that we shared becomes the life we’re living

Chances come and chances go, but the heart still gets to choose

Will you leave a quiet echo, or a fire that burns through?

When the bench is empty and the leaves have all been swept away

All we have is what we gave — the only thing we’ve got left to say

Sitting on this park bench… watching as the people pass…

Maybe I’ll stand up tomorrow… maybe I’ll speak at last…

And one last look at the weight of years…

Let the words linger — what story will you tell while the pages are still turning?