Never mind the endless tease and play
Never mind the endless greys and days
The endless is what endless was
It never leaves, no reason because.

In every day, in every hour
Against the clock, we have no power
We wish for time to fly or stop
No in between ever to be caught.

The sad moments stretched
Happy moments etched
Only if we could handle
The arms that mark the dying of the candle.

There is however, one hope
One neither in power nor under the scope
The scope which we call time
The endless plotted on a line.

This hope, small and simple
Captures the needed, modest and civil
Through all the years since its birth
The camera will never, ever leave this earth.

For if it did, leave our hands
Many a grey would cover our night stands
So never mind the endless days and greys
Because the lens captures time in forever, no play.