Time
Has always been a bane in my existence
Counting down to when the sun rises
When my chest heaves
Tears filled with hours and minutes
The small squalor of morning
Hum of engines
The world spinning on an axle of time
Smooth click click
Of keys
A horn or so down the street
Someone's speeding again
The impending boom
The war horn of the crash
Signaling that the time for someone else's life
Is up