A/N: Yeah, I guess I am putting my other stories on hold for now...it's the busiest time of the year for me, maybe in the summer I'll have more time to write. Well, I was thinking earlier today about time, and how strange it is. And I ended up writing this. Please R&R, and enjoy...

Time is strange and inexplicable

Others seem to have so much more

Though often I seem far ahead

I sometimes seem so far behind

For time flies on fickle wings,

Each feather a moment passed

And someday the world will see

The final down-feather fall

They say time is like a river

If so, can we go upstream?

Or are we trapped in the torrent

Like a newly hatched fish, alone in the world

'Cause time flies on fickle wings,

Each feather a moment passed

And someday the world will watch

As the final down-feather falls

When the world ends, will time remain?

Or will it fall apart with the universe?

Was time created, or is it eternal,

Or perhaps a loop, with repeating similarities?

Oh, time flies on fickle wings,

Each feather a moment passed

Can silence ever shroud the world

Once the final down-feather falls?

If time is so strange and inexplicable

Can even God understand it truly?

Am I a fool, or someone wise?

Does anything really matter?

Time flies on fickle wings

Each feather a moment passed

Will the world ever see

The final down-feather fall in glory?