Time cannot comprehend
Thought
a consistency of the mind
Where by feelings
are a fraction of vague pictures
want of clarity now is the goal
directions are not given
lessons have not been learned
shockingly circumstances have failed in creating purpose
morosely
time does not comprehend the heart
it flies regardless of thought
though the mind is considerate
it is clueless to times plan.
Eyes fixed on the shorthand
Tic tock, tic tock,
It moves ever so slowly
Leading every other hand
Attentiveness is my strategy
Time my main focus
Astonishments! likely
Though less shocking by the minute
Tic tock, tic tock
It tics quicker than ever now
Every minute makes me more conscious
Of the end
Hence the scarcity of assurance
Oh, how time flies
Mere dreams have and are becoming realities
Man's power now exceeds to deciding ones life and death.
What a world
At least I would not live another night
To witness the strange changes of this world
I’ll say one prayer and be gone
For time is my constant reminder of the end.
Tic.
