I think I fear time
In it you can find nothing sublime
That dpesnt mean i wont stand onnan erroding soapbox with timeless speeches
Maybe that's why I never liked beaches                  
The rocks yearn for the kiss of the sea
And the oceans reach forward in waves with all it can be
But rocks turn into sand
With no lessen  in demand
The grains mix with those of shells
With one word, almist, to describe such hell
And the beach coastline is finally consumed by the waters
And the waves move to another shore with dispersed sand reminiscing it willing slaughter
Time is the sand slipping through my fingers
It moves faster when your hands get bigger, faster when you wish it could Linger.
Time is what I cannot control
And I just want to to take its toll
Hit me with its best shot
Give me all its got
Because I'm tired
Time spent worrying about what has transpired
And tethered to the tick tock clock of all to come
And I sure as hell can't enjoy the present when the addends surpass the 24 hour sum
When I need to calm down I try to focus on the ticks of a clock or beat of my heart
When I get anxious it's all too often. The ticks of a clock that speeds the beat of my heart
I think I fear my fear of time more that I fear time
And that's what I'm afraid of