Shoebox

Where do the years go?

Are they collected in shoeboxes?

High on a shelf

Well out of our reach?

I've always wondered

If maybe they might've disappeared

Dissolving into the foundation of the universe

As soon as the seconds tick by

I've always wondered

If maybe the years play on

Reliving their own day

Over and over again..forever

Where do the years go?

How do we lose them so fast?

How does time slip away?

When we're watching it so closely

How do the years get away from us?

When all we want is to be able

To hold onto them as long as we can