Slave of the Clock

Stolen seconds and rented hours Slip through the universe Memories erased and unending love shredded Twin brothers life and death back to back holding the strand As the single strand twists and frays The monster grows, always hungry Chewing and snapping until no more food to feast upon And unfullfilled it eats itself We count the seconds, minutes and years That have as much essence as the mist from the sea Or the air in our lungs But plan our destiny time after time I am me not the slave of the clock But at its face i look upon as it rips my final thought