Timed
Time is running out,
in slivers, quite volatile.
Flecks of sand flying downcast,
down the hourglass,
beneath your tongue's wit.
Seconds are parting from you,
one by one, tick-tock-tick.
Minutes and hours and days, they have their own will;
you're in shackles to that.
So free yourself of time,
ignore it, deny it.
in slivers, quite volatile.
Flecks of sand flying downcast,
down the hourglass,
beneath your tongue's wit.
Seconds are parting from you,
one by one, tick-tock-tick.
Minutes and hours and days, they have their own will;
you're in shackles to that.
So free yourself of time,
ignore it, deny it.