Race Against Time
A race.
Far flung and far fetched.
Begin's now.
A race for time.
Against Time itself.
The sands are flowing,
shifting like the Saharan dunes.
This is a race...a race against time.
The world, it's collapsing.
Everything.
Disasters, natural and our fault.
Increasing, more often than not.
A race...the race against Time.
Solutions to be found,
far out and uncomprehensible.
The world itself is reversing.
Anti-clockwise.
Turn around, see the light.
Time's luster is dulling,
fading with age.
Fading away, rusting.
Platinum facades, wiping away.
Implosion, destruction.
Insanity taking over.
Mindless death,
the curse of our race.
This is a race. A race against Time.
This is The Race...
What time is it?
Why, it's 3 till midnight.
The Race Against Time.
Copyright © Zach Nathan | Year Posted 2012
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