The clock keeps ticking on,
piercing the shield of my mind.
It ripples through once-calm waters,
always with the threat of the impending hour.
The thirteenth hour,
a chime no one else can hear.
the chime that takes hold of all hopes
dreams, liberties, experiences, and goals,
and throws them all away, engulfing them
in it's shattering sound.
It's the sound of finality,
and it consumes us all, sooner or later.
So don't just sit there and watch the cars pass by.
Chase that thing that you can't afford to lose.
Because when it's all said and done
you'll want to embrace the thirteenth hour,
not perish in it's ever-looming shadow.