Time

Time slips through my fingers,
Like the impatient sand.
The harder i try to hold on
The quicker it leaves my hand.

Like slaves we toil..hoping to reach some end
But time is such a cruel,devious friend...
It holds our dreams,our wishes before us
Like a carrot before a mule..

And laughs as it sees us running
Towards it like a fool.
Its all a mirage..snickering as it waits
To disappear at our slightest touch,
And laugh at our fate!

But like fools we still choose to run
Towards that which we cannot see..
Still pretending,still trying to be that
Which we know we cannot be!