A fair warning to those,
who care not repose
Father Time is less than kind
to those who try to test his might
A bother defying his sands of time
will undoubtedly leave one
frolicking with respite

A magician's trick;
the seconds tick
in a counter-clockwise fashion
In juxtaposition
with the ascension
of the sands in my hourglass passion

Its quite daunting to most,
this plague we call "time"
Not a moment goes by
I don't wonder why
I'm haunted by the ghosts
of things which I cannot change

Though its clear as day,
I can't make it make sense -
my inability to walk
backward through time

It's a sad fact of life
I'm unable to process
the clockwork of my conscience