A Fragment of Time

I remember the first time I saw those little hands spinning madly
Around the shiny face of the big clock,
Being three and feeling like time has no limit,
Like the entire universe is revolving around me,
Like I have all the time in the world to do what I want to do,
Be what I want to be.
Now looking at that big old clock,
Face worn and tired with age,
Its second hand ticking away,
Makes you wonder
When your time will run out.
Tick tock.