Time is hanging around me like a noose,
It was was once so different in my youth,
When it was loose and free, and mine alone to waste,
Not just an anchor that held me at my waist,
The haste with which I wished to age,
I felt as if youth was a steel forged cage,
The rage I held for my youthful hope,
It tied the knot within that rope.
As it sits so tempting, I feel its weight on my shoulders,
With everyday making the world seem colder,
My older self a frame that longs so to be hung,
Wishing for more time to stay simple and be young,
But the final song is sung and my picture seeks a wall,
With nothing but my enemy of fate to try to stall,
But all I want is my rope to unravel,
To have more chance to to laugh, and live, and travel,
To have all the time of my life that I deserve,
To leave memories that even time could not disturb.
Though its absurd its the lack of time we need,
It gives us the chances to love and so believe,
So I will leave the rope to rest on my neck and never let it take my weight,
About time I seized my fate or wreck, no longer will I wait.