Years Are Not Future

Years are irrevocably waning Down, down, down they go into the shadows of time Gently they go- the idle, the foregone, the faded Moments, however hard they try, will always be spare Down, down, down they go into the shadows of time Gently they go- the surplus, the passive, the unoccupied Grasp the past and don't be lulled by the rolling of time Lives are made of moments and they're always going by Down, down, down they go into the shadows of time