It takes all the time
But never seize to restart
I’m reminded by continuality
Even though it outstretches the thought
And here comes astonishment
When a halt is put on course
Then it looms and decorates the face
Uncertainty prowls closer
How weak we judge when to act
Every last one abide to pay
The time loan given from start
And last straws will be drawn
When ticktock fades away
Oh death knell takes a pose
And seraph plays a part to make us glad
The road is numbered with a calling.
But i wonder when we all wear out
And deplete with the egg we dwell in
Then we think again
Does time really make sense?
Or is life just a bully we must accept?