If time is money, that means time's cost
But unlike money, you can't get the time you've lost
Don't sit back and wait, this isn't the pentecost
To reflect back on the opportunities you've tossed
The cup was empty now it's filled
It runneth over now it's spilled
Time heals, but what has it actually healed?
If you still can't forget the one's that have been killed
Has time really been revealed?
Or it's still sealed
Are we players, playing on a field
Trying to win a crown
And don't even care if we wear others down
Are we just going round and round
And then get taken off, when we've finished what we've been assigned
Is the future confined, or it's aligned
For the world is not being kind
I don't know about you, but I know where truth can be found
If time waits for no one, why should you wait for time?
So I'll make sure I'm realigned in time
And everything's going to turn out to be pretty fine.

© Ibrahim Zakama