So this is

how the story goes:

Once upon a sunrise

A girl your age

runs, 

and runs,

yet her feet

are never tired.

"Sit down,"

we say

"get some rest."

But she can never

slow down.

So the days go by,

and we are met

eye to eye

on every clock

and just like 

the wind

she flees.

And sunrise

after another

we beg her 

to stop

but then we 

know

it's best to look away.

We grow old,

and so does she.

I think I heard 

them call her name.

"Time,"

I shout.

"linger still."

But she looks away,

she looks away.

And off she goes.