Time flies

Time flies, and with that whatever we call life
no lies, however hard we call that life
when we are inching closer to death
when we shall cease to thrive

Life, why?
all that I built and saved will be gone, sigh
all those close and dear, no more one day
die, why?

To death,
I ask, all those years which I lived
you will take away,
all those memories I hid
you will take away
why?

Far across the horizon
the birds flew to their homes
as if dreams washed away
all those people and all those places roams