the chains tighten
my face whitens
the realization that i'm lost
finally grips me

if it's assured that i shall one day reach my demise
does that not mean my purpose is pointless
every action i immerse myself in
all i'm really doing
is letting the seconds pass by

which makes me wonder

why we worship those with the most golden clocks
who've taken their minuscule seconds
and made something mesmerizing
but shun those who break the clock
those weary souls who were not
willing to have anymore of it

those who opened their own door
to the possibilities of something more
the possibilities of eliminating
this never ending torment
finally grasping some permanent form of elation

an escape
oh how I long for an escape