From my hands, they slipped

The dust grains of time.

Away from me, they drifted

The dust grains of time.

Seconds, minutes, and the hours were

The dust grains of time.

Telling me, I cannot stop them

The dust grains of time.

Trying to grab, I lean towards

The dust grains of time.

Evading my touch, they tease and taunt

The dust grains of time.

Will I ever catch up,

The dust grains of time?

How do I get back

The dust grains of time?