Mine is the mind that always fights against time and when in two minds about it, (one which would doubt it) the other one gives me the strength to carry on the fight.

A day might come and I might give in,
leave the living, but I can't imagine that
happening soon.

Difficult.

even when standing my ground the
hands on the clock seem to race faster
around the dial
and though that ****** me off
no end
I smile because time's really a friend
and I am in need of one,
time is ideal as one
and I am as one with it.