The flow of time encompassing me, sparing not a foothold But before I give in to it madness, the story must be told

For years have I dreamed, my folly, to hold ground 

The determination crumbles at the very juncture, with you around 

I had things to tell, also had a lot of time

But laziness always seemed more preferable, a thing sublime

Now under pressure to blurt out with so little time to spare

The speed of life along with its beauty, seems never really fair