My Poetry

The Clock is Ticking

What to do, what to do

The clock is ticking

I could shout

I can't, time is running out

I want to make her mine

No, that'd take up too much time

So many things to do

So many things to say

If only I could lay

But all I hear is tik tok tik tok, through out the day

Always on the move 

Following the same groove

I can never be free

And for once feel glee

Time limits us all

And puts our backs against the wall

In time, people leave our lives without goodbyes

Things break that we cannot remake

And you learn to accept rather than expect

Time binds

And is forever in our minds