Ageless but older
than the prehistoric years.
Devised by men
but has existed long before then.
It mocks us,
by giving us the illusion of eternity,
when all we get is a fraction of the whole.
Fools we must be for believing
that we have complete control .
We are merely puppets within its endless play.
It selfishly rushes forward
while we wither away.
It’s almost laughable;
How tomorrow’s plans
may never leave today.
Tick tock goes the clock
There goes another day.
With every passing moment we blindly
Take one step closer to our graves.
Can you carry its weight?
Do you hear the ticking?
Do you hear that chime?
Do you feel the skin thin?
Do you feel the presence of time?