Hands

Will there ever be a time?
A chance?
Watching the seconds tick by
On the clock of life,
The hands are spinning,
Ever spinning.
Moments fading,
Passing worthlessly.
There must be more than this.
The seconds tick by,
Numbers rolling,
Moving; the lines of
Digital green changing and switching.
Will there ever be a time?
A chance for this;
To make a difference
To make something happen
Instead of just staring
As the hands of time,
The clock of life,
Wind downwards,
Ever downwards.
Running out of time,
Running away.
Will there ever be a time?
There is no time.
Life winds down,
Trudges on;
Seconds, minutes
Pass on by.
The hands of life,
Ever spinning
Ever turning
Ever downwards,
Ever downwards.