I’m always running out of it,
Slipping through my hands like sinking sand,
Always chasing the cows tail,
Trying to squeeze as much out of it as I possibly can,
Making the most of every passing moment.
But time does not suffer fools like me,
With my ‘clever’ trickery and short cuts,
I always fall short in the currency of minutes.

Time is cruel, hasty and unforgiving,
The seconds of the clock skip past,
Taunting me, mocking me.
I dig my heels in and clench my fists,
I cut off all circulation trying so desperately to hold on to it.
But she is a cruel mistress and she waits for no one.
I’m almost oblivious to the deep pools rippling in my eyes,
The memories dive in head first with a splash,
Escaping down my cheeks, already running away from me.

I often tell myself not to get upset about the things I cannot change,
And the passing of time is immortal, inevitable, final,
A nail in the coffin.
I know in my heart of hearts it is not possible,
But if I could just hang on to each second a moment longer,
I wonder if it would ever be enough.