If time is a racetrack,
This lap is far from over.
If time is a river,
I’m swimming against it like a maniac.
One day I’ll be out of time.
Which is sad, but by that time,
I’ll have to say, “bye,” to that time,
It’s lost; I can’t buy that time.
If time is a classroom,
I’ll always be tardy.
If time is a party,
I’m hiding in the bathroom.
I’m powerless to overhaul,
I can’t fix it – certainly!
Life goes by so slowly,
But I can’t remember me at all.
If time is my master,
My contract will always remain.
If time is a drop of rain,
I’m dry ground circled by water.
Plot twist- I’ll live forever,
Yet time affects me and my effects,
I continue, while it’s rule infects.
Oh, Lord how much longer?
If time is an elevator,
I’m opposite the top.
If time is a mop,
I’m the unfortunate floor.
Comparatively, I’m very young,
But I’ve always felt for “this generation,”
Treated like fools in corroboration.
You with experience, hold your tongue.
If time is a book,
I read the first and last page.
If time is a cage,
I’m in it, like a crook.
Turning 20... Just another number, but these numbers hit hard...