The Passage of Time

No way to escape the passing of time,

when blissful moments, give way to the climb.

Always reaching back for the way things were,

but finding the opposite of what we prefer.

Can we just hold on and keep things like this?

keep loosing ourselves in this summer of bliss...

But time will go on, whether we want it to or not,
Thwarting our efforts to change up the plot.

So afraid that this bliss will not last,
and our patterns will come in and repeat the past.
What can we do to save our sick souls,
before it's too late to patch up the holes?

In some ways the stage is already set
and the passage of time, our biggest threat.
If we can't escape fate, then we might as well try,
to enjoy the time as it inevitably goes by.