Passing days

Days are passing so fast, even sometimes I feel I am not able to hold them back. Every day is coming very fast, and when I realized about them, I saw the day has already been passed. It is not in my present or future anymore, has become the member of my past. That makes me scare, feeling of losing the things if I won’t be able to match their speed.

 

Sometimes you seem like a shadow,

You came and will be gone very soon,

I can’t hold you, if I want, I can but only as the past,

It is defined in your fate, and you can’t stay,

No one can do anything for you, you can’t last,

Then why you are here in our lives,

Because I know, once you are gone, you will never be back,

We live in hope, we connect our future with you,

Without knowing anything, we always keep our faith alive,

That one day we will have you again, dream of living together too,

Passing days, I can’t tie down you with anything,

I want you, and I want to hold you back,

I can’t see you moving out, and don’t want to see empty racks,

Because you are not only passing quietly, also leaving the things behind,

That is making the upcoming things more obscure and blind,

So I need to settle down, I want you to sit with me and write again,

All the algorithm for past, present and future,

Then I can relate everything, and don’t get the fear of seeing everything in vain.