And the world keeps on turning
it doesn't mind if we fall behind
it doesn't wait.
And our clocks they keep on ticking
Ticking ticking
Because time was invented to push
And push
And push us forwards
Endlessly forwards
Into the present
As if without their ceaseless urge
We might just slip into the past
And in the turmoil we strive for a break
A lapse in time
A passage to the ether
Where we may actually be able to stop thinking
- Maybe this time we can have a break

And in the space that lies
Between thought we will find peace
Or boredom
Or nothing
The type that doesn't exist
Even space has rocks
And there there will be elevator music
With purpose to entertain
But a function to remind
That we are just waiting once again
In the space between
The place we were and the place we want to be
To remind that we are in the present.

And the clocks tick ceaselessly
And we are losing seconds
Each a step closer to the eternal dark
The white light
Or nothingness
How can we know?
And we are pushed
Pushed
Pushing forwards
Lest a second wasted is the last we use,
Lest a second wasted is the one that leaves us behind
- That leaves us without another
And time is a constraint to be obeyed and structured
And time is an allowance we forget to enjoy
And time is the rule
The non-existent measure of life
- We've only a limited budget
And it will never ever be enough
Just give me a moment
Just give me a break
The ether might yet consume me
Or maybe I should consume it;
A medication for my hectic mind
The stillness I crave is all too brief and limited and much too measured
Just give me a break.

*Tick tock