The sand is dropping bit by bit. So as the time ticking. Some people move fast, Some slow. So what are you? What am i? Surrounding people's world are spinning, People grow, work, marriage, Follow as what they destiny for. And yet i remain to where i am. It seems that my world has stopped. Surrounding is moving so fast, Too fast. People goes along with the time, And yet, Except me... Is it me avoiding time or time don't like me. I lock myself up and try to fill happiness in my timeline. That was too childish, A childish thinking it is. Happiness does not last long. Time start ticking, Happiness start fading away. As time past, Nothing i can do nor to chase it back. My past will be my history. Happy, sad, angry and depress. Everything just felt like a dream. A dream i wish i can change, A time to start ticking, A world begin to spin. I wish i could wake up from the dream, My dream of the world.