Time is coming around again; Sneaking past in his odd way.

The passing of day shares the same feeling,
as being tapped on the shoulder,
and upon turning around,
you find no one standing anywhere near.

When you find the now in time,
Amazingly perfect,
All you want is this bit of space.
You wish your life path would keep heading,
the same direction,
But we all know the turn ahead,
Is looming in our destiny.

Taking life piece by piece,
Stumbling on a gap in the present,
trying to find the best way to use,
the moments I now possess.