The clock ticks faster everyday,
seconds that beat rapidly away
As minutes pass,
I glimpse into the past
My mind gets stuck,
in a time capsule cast
Remembering when time
had moved much slower,
but it speeded up
as I grew older
Once hoping it wold
hurry up its tock
Now wishing that
it would come to a stop
Forward it moves in eternity
quickly it is reminding me
of the direction that it goes
and I cannot tell it to slow
A speed of illusion
that continues to turn,
a motion that keeps going
and does not return
For when I'm gone
will there still be a ticking clock,
or would it be a memory
that cannot be forgot
