Time

Time – the enemy, tick, tock, tick, tock
Hand chases hand round the face of the clock
Constant and endless like the beat of a drum
Relentlessly banging till the mind becomes numb

Tracing the lines, furrowing deep
Dredging away at the secrets you keep
Greying the hair, uncaring, unkind,
Leaving unanswered the thoughts in your mind

It races along, hard hearted and cold
And doesn’t give in till your body is old
It drags you towards it, no way to resist
Till your dreams are all shattered, with one bitter twist

When you want it to sprint fast, and run far away
And soar through the night to the following day
It slows to a crawl and breaks down in the station
And laughs in your face at your utter frustration

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