So slowly the hours grind on by,
leaving behind forgotten thoughts.
Yet how quickly the days do fly
without a care of those distraught.
Seconds seem like long hours
as days quicken their step.
Sooner than thought, time will cower
and history's diary will no longer be kept.
A continuous story told over again,
as the words jumble to form anew.
An attempt from above to hear one "amen",
the more modern tale has made its debut.
Sight is now blind and hearing is deaf,
no more can the story be told.
The book of life lays closed on the universe's desk
as it waits to be bought with fools' gold.
A layer of dust collects on the cover
as the pages turn yellow with age.
So long untouched and never discovered,
the world's drama continues backstage.
