Time trickles through us, br through and through us... br br born and reborn, I am borne br on the bloodrush of fear, br flowing of sweat, upwards, br borne up the tall, winding, br tilting staircase of years. br br Time trickles through us, br through and through us... br br precarious, stilted, br rounding the corner... br up through the helix br spiral of years br br to where we are bound br where all will be stalled br where the trickle is stemmed br though the years of ascent br seem so far to extend. br br Time trickles through us, br through and through us... br br The pulse of the veins, br the drain of the fluids br that course and make way br through the brain... br br the throb that ignites me, br will take me to heights, br and to depths... br and I try in my frailty br to harness the time, br to make time a friend but br br time trickles through us, br through and through us... br br failing and aging, the body must die... br Time is our master, and though we insist br that love will transcend all, that death will not end all, br still my heart says only Time will persist.