Oh how rude time can be

I see myself as the same child I was when I was three

And time has the nerve to disagree

Time has done me no favors

and I don't believe it ever will

Time forces upon me many labors

and Time has yet to stay still

They shove me forward, opening the door of age with no choice of going back

"Off you go", Time says

They've done this many times before, I've begun to lose track

Time hasn't forgiven me for how I've used it so

The idling, the hesitations, the waiting

Time can't seem to let it go

Then one day, time seemed less pressing than before

and where once there was one, there are now two open doors

Time wasn't there, forcing me through whichever one

And so it was the case that Time's work with me was done