As I lie here on my bed

A weary thought comes to mind.

How does Time pass me by

As I lay unmoving, unsleeping,

Ever conscious.

It skulks in view

Never weeping.

Many times, this thought has come

As original as the sun.

I lie here still

And Time goes by.

What once was a moment is now a day.

When next Time flies away,

Will I still remain

Lying on my bed

Pondering thoughts no day can hold?