The Stones I shun, they're rolling too fast. The Dead - I'm Grateful, I eat up the past. The Beetles I crave, or do they crave me? The Who? Not a chance, it's a what that I be.
Guess me: Never ahead, ever behind, Yet flying swiftly past; For a child I last forever, For adults I'm gone too fast. What am I ?
I go up and I go down, towards the sky and the ground. I'm present and past tense too. Let's go for a ride, me and you. What am i ?
I'm not dead, i'm not alive, i'm not underground, i'm high up in the sky, people speak of me but never saw me. Who am i?
In and out, like the tides, I go. Past the jaws, I move to and fro. If you lose me, find me fast, Or else my lose will be your last. What am I?
In your future and in your past I come and go so senseless and fast My purpose is unknown to all Remembrance seems to drift then fall I travel by night and fade by day Because that is my common way What am i ?
