An Absence Felt

Ash and dust caught up in a whirlwind that gradually displaces us
Our time is ever winding down, and our destination is the ground
It may come with a crash or without sound, but it’s always too soon

An absence felt, and weighed down with the knowledge that I’m not adapting to it too well (no)
I’m taking my time with every step, and minding my pace with every breath
Because I’m not in a race to outrun death, that’s a race that I’d lose just as we all do
Never too near or far, but always too soon

Our time is ever winding down, and our destination is the ground
It may come with a crash or without sound, but it’s always too soon

I’m taking my time with every step, and minding my pace with every breath
Because I’ve no patience or respect for death, for it only intrudes, and we’ve all worn its wounds
Never too near or far, it’s always too soon

And so I cling to life and I shield myself with loved ones on all sides
For no mortal man can transcend time, but loving memory always survives
Unless you love, your life will flash by
Unless you love, your life will flash by