That which we capture with hands and our face nfor some only numbers to measure the pace nIt draws lines on our skin nand feeds on our strength nFor some who remember, it causes their pain n nIt makes us worried and takes our dreams nSometimes it's the enemy, or so it seems nForces us to hurry this threat through night and day nIt's owned by the patient, no price to pay n nThrough life some wander while others seem to race nSuccess beating outwards, no end to the maze nIt takes all of us in and feeds on our strength nFor those who remember it causes their pain n nIt makes us worry and takes our dreams nSometimes it's the enemy or so it seems nForces us to hurry this threat through night and day nIt's owned by the patient, no price to pay n nWhy do you chase it?nWhat can it bring you?nIt can't be had n nThe secret hides in living nThe secret hides in living n nThrough life some wonder why lovers seem to race nFor those who remember it causes pain nFor those who remember it causes pain nFor those who remember it causes pain