Gouge - Tad

Time always slips away

Curls up at age, and colors fade

Glossy paintings, wall to door

Size of the moment makes me feel so small

I’m not waiting for a change

I’m not waiting for a change

Can’t feel passing days

There’s a feeling that always stays

Warm memories, clutched too tight

Clouded vision masks my sight

I’m not waiting for a change

Time slips away