Time quickly passes, fast like the blink of eyelashes.
Young to old if you have luck, and then there are some that could not give a F—K!
As time is passing it brings more fears just thinking about if death is near.
The mirror reflects an unknown face, not recognizing the reflection in your place.
Blink the lashes start to fall. Time hopefully turns to a memory and not just forgotten then lost to all.
In the Blink of an Eye Copyright 2019 K.Colquitt All Rights Reserved