Racing, to beat the clock.
Forever we hear, the tick
the tock. Can we never
escape the mockery of
the clock? I fear I'll never
replace, all the time now gone.
Time is such a funny thing.
It consists of science,
and answers to secrets
once lost. I can't begin
to explain, all the time
we've been wasting.
Trapped in a circular
motion, of rings and
dings. This cycle, it'll
never end. I used to fear
death. But now it's time
that's no longer my friend.
Today is just another day,
lost to oblivion, and we're
all just wasting away.
So go live your life
and waste not another day.

© 2013 Christina Jackson