-->Time-->

Racing a clock that doesn't slow down
And punching a clock that's hard as stone
In slowing down, you lose the battle
In pushing on, you grow weary to the bone

In wishing it would slow down, you waste it
In slowing down, you feel like you're behind
In wasting it, you never get it back again
In losing track of it, you feel like you've lost your mind

In holding onto it, you find fault in moments
In letting go, nothing seems the same
In rushing, you become predictable
Yet still in slowing down, you lose the game

Never enough to breath and tire
And yet always both- a cycle of life
Facing the world, racing our deaths
Yet another hurdle- challenging strife

IDOMAD, 2008