The Blur

The time flies
And the hours go
I'm flying too fast
And I can't slow

7 hours
In 7 minutes..
But during the time
It's a drawn out experience

I can't remember
Just yesterday
But I do remember
The Blur, of the day

The Blur, The Blur
Life is but a blur
Spat out form an old sailor's mouth
Like a big drunken slur

It all runs together
But it will be fine
The Blur is just begining
The Blur of time gone by