I'm racing the hands of the clock,
I feel like I'm running out of time.
I've only been alive for about 2 decades,
But I'm constantly aware of the bells that chime.
It seems only yesterday I was playing imaginary games,
And now the world simply glares at me,
While they tie me up in chains.
What spot will you be refilling?
You're almost up of free time,
You'll need to jump into misery lake.
I hear the hands ticking,
The staccato reverberating in my head,
Like an annoying leaking facet,
The drip of water never seems to end.
I have so much I want to do.
Experiences I have yet to live.
I'm still uncovering facts about myself,
Leading me astray from every path I'm on.
Lost and abandoned in forests of dead dreams.
I don't want my hopes to die, I want to be free!
Yet here I am at a crossroads,
No one told me life would be this way.
I hear the incessant hours chime
And feel as though they want to blow me away.
Forever meant to race the clock,
The grandfather who devours.
Written by QueridaChristina