Time is passing distant as an arrow
dreams are starting but how to put your ear
to my thought and listen for your name
As time passes us by, we do not feel it rush
the sensation is unknown to us
our eyes do not rise above the fog
of real things crashing and colliding
We only travel forward along the moving road
ticking progress with tuning fork strikes
the forgetting starts as we face each morrow
no idea where we came from