Reflection leads to regret
For what I have and haven’t done yet
Time tripping me up in its urgency
How many days are there left for me
The clock doesn’t run against but works with times tidal wave
Resistance is the only way I know how to behave
But I am only mortal so I suffer as its slave
Tic tock past the clock even the sun will not stay still
Planets spinning there will be an ending to all I feel
And though the metronome may keep a rhythmic tone
I am more chaotic, lay dying just to live and thrive alone