Time.

Time is passing by, like sand escaping steadily in an hour glass.
Burden of emotions making the heart heavier everyday.
No amount of future will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through our fingers today.

Those seconds are turning into minutes and minutes into hours.
Life is passing us by, while we keep delaying hours into days.
No amount of pride will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through our egos today.

Time doesn't wait for anyone, treating everyone the same.
It will be over before we realize, turning us to dust, just names.
No amount of owing up will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through indecisiveness today.

Grab it and make the most of it, uncork the bottled up rages.
Forget, forgive, hate, love, but just get it over with today.
No amount of regrets will bring back the past.
Which we let slip through indifference today.

Respect it, fear it, rejoice at the prospects it holds.
For time is time, it's elusive, it cannot be tamed.