Time Goes On

I'll close my eyes and whisper softly, the words that keep me going. While the words on this page keep on flowing.

What makes me tick?
I can't see into my head, I know the wheels are turning.
Perhaps now, we're all realize this is nothing but a trick.
Even though we're at the end of this thread and the memories are burning.
I am waiting here, looking for this sign. Praying for the pieces to stick.
Praying for it all to come out of my mind. It all needs to come together, now and forever.

I've been wishing for awhile.
Walking a path to see where it takes me. Which direction It will lead.
With each smile, with every mile.
They're times, I want to cry and I know deep down in my head.
There is something here that is worthwhile.

The color pass by, the minutes stream on.
Pacing with the ticks of the time, in hopes for this yearning.
In hopes for the feelings to dissipate on this picture you've drawn.
I'm at my closing now, perhaps it times to take a bow.
I'll close my eyes and whisper softly, the words that keep me going.
While the words on this page keep on flowing.