The clock's ticking
ticking, ticking
a reminder that
we all must die

It's subtle tocking
subconsciously telling its tale;
live for today, for tomorrow
may be a hollow dream

I choose to live rather than to hasten death
feeling comfort in knowing that I do so to the fullest,
not storing empty promises, or
stacking lie upon lie

We live in moments, only fractions at a time
these moments come and go
teaching us that all things are temporal
and all things come with a shelf life

*even gods