Time Is Not Moving
Anymore

There was a moment, small and thin
It slipped between where I had been
No sound, no break, no sudden sign
Just something missing out of time

The room still moves the way it should
The air still feels the same as wood
But something quiet fell behind
A second lost I cannot find

Did it pass me by
Or did I fall away
From the line of time
That carried every day

The clocks are turning, so they say
But I can feel a slight delay
The rhythm holds but not for me
It drifts in small uncertainty

Did it pass me by
Or did I fall away
From the line of time
That carried every day

There was a moment I can’t trace
It left without a single place
And now I stand where time once slipped
Holding on to what I missed

There should be a pattern here
Something I can follow
But every time I reach for it
It’s already gone

The clocks still hang
But they don’t speak
No hands to guide
No edge, no peak

A rhythm forms
Then falls apart
It almost lands
But misses start

I try to count
I lose the line
The space between
Expands in time

No measure
No measure
Nothing to hold
Nothing to hold

It comes back wrong
It sounds the same
But every turn
It shifts its name

No hands remain
No path to trace
Just empty time
Without a place

I step in time
But miss the place

The world aligns
Then shifts its face
Too soon
Too late

Out of place
Out of place
Out of place

The sound arrives
Before it’s made
The note repeats
But starts to fade

There was a second
I couldn’t keep
It slipped ahead
Or fell too deep

I see them walking as before
Across the same familiar floor
Their voices land, their moments stay
But something pulled me far away

The streets still turn, the lights still glow
The days still pass the way they know
But I remain just out of phase
A silent gap inside the days

The world moves past me
I cannot follow through
Every moment carries on
But leaves behind no clue

The world moves past me
Like I was never there
A shadow in the moving light
A breath inside the air

I try to step back in the line
To feel the weight of passing time
But every step I try to take
Arrives a second out of place

The world moves past me
Still turning without end
Every face and every sound
Moves on but won’t bend

And I remain
Where time stood still
Watching everything
Move on at will

Between the ticks
Between the ticks

I hear them speak
But not in time
They move around
The edge of mine

Not before
Not after
Only in between

A voice without a place to stay
A word that never finds its way

Between the ticks
I almost hear
Something close

There was a way to keep it still
A line, a shape, a measured will

It slips again
I feel it bend
No start
No end

Nothing holds

I hear the clocks but they don’t land
They echo through an open hand
A rhythm tries to take its place
Then disappears without a trace

Nothing holds
Nothing holds

If time was ever mine to keep
It’s fallen somewhere out of reach
And all that’s left is shifting ground
Where seconds fail to make a sound

There is no line
There is no place
No moving edge
No need to trace

The world is still
Or I have gone
Beyond the shape
It rested on

Nothing holds
But nothing falls

No past remains
No future calls
No measure left
No rise or fall

Stillness becomes everything