I Know Not Which Way I Go

The String

Always thinking

Always running

Never stopping

Ever ticking

But its clocking

Into me

With every breath

That my mind sees

The string is burning 

Closer now

Never caring 

Never ceasing

Faster, faster

Quickly please

Words to say

Thoughts to wheeze

Write 'em down 

To stop the pain

Until they come 

Straight back again

Ever tocking

Beat still rocking

O'er my weary head

Don't stop

Here it drops

Goodbye my darling

- I'm dead []

The Swift One:

"While it's coming, we hope. After it's gone, we regret. But when it's here, though not for long, we cherish."