Chasing Time

It constantly feels like I am chasing time Time which is so linear. It’s like the days are not long enough, Even if I get up early. It constantly feels like I am losing time Time which exists in threes. Like the birth, life and death of the trees. The past which was, Has been. That we mourn. The present, The now, Time that’s not worn. The future, Not yet, Waiting still. For the famous trio To pass me the bill. The bill which is a reminder, That these days are limited. It constantly feels like I am wasting time. Time which isn't forever. Still I waste it with this rhyme To make me sound clever.