Time.
It slips away from my fingers,
It's like I'm chasing a feather.
I run, stumble, and fall.
It evaporates in thin air.
Does it even care?
I gasp, I think it's gone,
but the ticking in my ears persists.
I cover them in hopes to drown the sound out,
but instead it beats louder in my head.
It's like a constant reminder of what I have to do...do you hear that clock ticking too?
Time is running out I suppose with every breath I take, but I must live for living's sake.
Because many would like to be in my place still
With time left to fill
With dreams left to meet.
With hope left to seek.
With loved ones left to cherish.
With poems left to write,
with today still in sight.