It felt like a race during time
Every hour the clock would sound
But human mechanics wasn’t getting anywhere bound
The long hand looked like it was moving fast
The short hand actually remaining still
Foot maneuvering steps felt like it had no will
Time was definitely moving
Breathless became no sooth
But there was something humans had to prove
It was a matter of time
Electronics moved organized than human power
Hour by hour
Minute by minute
How does one beat time?
Unless one is the Marvel Flesh
One who could dash
Challenge being a struggle
Human speed being its own pace
There is time for a soft drink
Not waiting to think
If time has its way
We can all go astray
The time is mine
Maybe being too kind
The time schedule is just fine
Time and time again
Time out.