Time

As I’m sitting here I’m thinking,

This is the only time that this time will be here

This is the only 9:13 pm on May 11, 2017

This moment has passed, will pass, passed decades ago (now it's 9:14)

And will never return, this moment is the only one of its kind

So, in theory, very moment is a waste of a moment

I sometimes realize how much I lose

While trying to buy time, that empty commodity

I'm losing sleep 

And I wonder how many moments I have left, in total

It must be scary when you start realizing, you realize

The years you have left are less than you can count on your fingers

So maybe then, these moments mean more

Or maybe not

Maybe eventually you’re ready for all time to end

For it all to fall apart

Maybe you’re ready to go from an is

To a was