Time is the capsule that closes around us
As you don't see the gap between
Both times each day that
The clock strikes twelve.

It is the restraint
To deny continuance of progress
And to steal our train of thought
To reverse the train's direction
Until we can turn it around again.

It is temptation of
The sleep we crave
And an attempt
To take away our temptation
Within what seems
Like a few seconds.

I can't track the time
When this capsule constrains my eyes
To the paper ahead of me
Just to tear it up overnight.

This pill is the distraction
To keep me from knowing
When to leave or when to find out
What to do with my life
When all I can ever do
Is learn to restart a day
That will not end.

I am a slave to the time that holds me here
And the only thing keeping me here is time.