Pram The Archivist
As the clocks so solemnly declare it
Strike each single hour down without malice
Nothing lasts long, nothing stays in place
You find you can't recall things as you wanted
And no photographs can hold the image
Nothing lasts long, nothing stays in place
Imperfect archivist, you're only human
Although you wish to savour all that you can
You won't live as long as you think you will
You'll find yourself betrayed by your own body
As what you know to be yourself is murdered
By times progress through each single cell
Hold on to the chances you took
You can only make it if you
Don't let minutes and seconds past you
Don't let times perspective throw you
Nail each moment down so that it matches your heartbeat
