It's approaching
The first hand strikes then fades
Perceptions slowly fall into a daze
What you once had moments in falling sand
It's encroaching
The last leaf drops then greys
Seasons quickly turn and end their phase
What we once had flickers dim in the past
What we once did abrades as the hands turn
Turn the lights down
As the sun breaks through the clouds
Close your tired eyes and hear
White noise turn clear