TIME

A series of numbers

A series of bills

Measured by wrinkles

Marked by thrills

A series of smiles

The accumulation of piles

The changing of styles

and passing of miles

Numbers around a face

Numbers in a box

Make us run the race

Make us bolt the locks

Who can outrun time?

It follows where you go

You can't ignore its chime

It defines what we know

I once knew someone

Free of its hold

But that same someone

Was a departed soul

It measures our success

and keeps us on a roll

Without it we're a mess

Completely uncontrolled

Trains pass tracks

and never collide

Time curls our backs

and controls the dancer's stride

I couldn't outrun Time

It followed where I went

Desertion was a crime

and away I was sent

If you try to escape

Tell me how it goes

I'll meet you on the side

Of the departed souls