Minutes tick past noon.

Time
is
Wast-
Ing.

Your face grows pale, and your eyes fade.
Is this not what you wanted?

Life
is
Great.
Where
are
You?

You sacrificed for this moment.
You worked for this moment.

But
The
Mo-
Ment
Is
Leav-
Ing.

Your eyes fix on the clock, waiting for the future.

And
The
Mo-
Ment
Is
Gone.