SANDS OF TIME
By J.S. Monti
Tick Tock we’re on the clock.
Pressure building, just can’t stop.
Things to do where goes the day?
Words we never get to say.
Tick Tock we’re on the clock.
Got to beat another block.
Dancing to avoid the thing,
Like a puppet on a string.
Tick Tock we’re on the clock.
Seconds now we start to mock.
Frazzled, sweaty, mind a racing.
Another day rapidly erasing.
TICK TOCK, we’re on the clock.
Will we ever get caught up?
In this web of time we weave,
The important things we don’t perceive.
TICK TOCK, we’re on the clock.
Our mouths become as dry as chalk.
Forgetting we need help today?
Our ego’s getting in the way!
TICK TOCK, we’re on the clock.
Mind is numb and we’re in shock.
Weary, troubled, full of dread.
More to do lies just ahead.
TICK TOCK, WE’RE ON THE CLOCK!
Getting home it doesn’t stop.
If anything we move much faster.
Heading for complete disaster.
TICK TOCK, WE’RE ON THE CLOCK!
Got to do what we’d forgot.
Maybe it was yesterday?
Or the day before? I just can’t say.
TICK TOCK, WE’RE ON THE CLOCK!
Pressing forward, fearing naught.
Went to bed too late to say.
Now we start another day.
TICK TOCK WE’RE ON THE CLOCK!
Our souls become forever locked.
Slaves to work and errands done.
We forgot how lonely we’ve become.
Tick. Tock. Time has stopped.
Another life too soon it cropped.
In the moments we did not partake.
Forever more our big mistake.
Too few the moments TIME allows.
For us to pleasure in somehow.
We only needed to slow things down.
To marvel in how love abounds.
To never take the TIME to think.
Another’s love for us to drink.
A cup of kindness, a helping hand.
Would keep our feet upon dry land.
Instead our TIME we squandered so.
The waters of life’s drowning flow.
Too blind to see we’re on the brink.
In the sands of TIME we drown and sink.
