The clock is ticking

So we know our time is coming

We all have a ticking clock

We are not promised to get out alive

A time when being stops

Yet we go about our days

Completely unaware

Assuming that tomorrow comes

But life is never fair

We live our lives like we’ve got the time, like we think we’re in control

We plan and scheme create a world

And what remains? A hole.

It swallows us up, It drains our strength

It begs for more, demands it

And we feed it everything we have

Then smile and say we planned it

Its need is more than we can afford

The hunger grows insatiable

Yet we sacrifice just a little more

Like our time here is replaceable

We are blind to our obsessions

Say its a necessary evil

We deny our hearts confessions

Dig deeper, to its will, we grovel

When we finally stop, look up

To see where we are standing

Its 6 ft deep in lies and fears

Were the slave and not commanding

This thing we made has forced our hand

We now bend to its purpose

What we thought we had all planned

It mocks and now it curses us

Is it too late to wipe the dirt

Climb out of this tomb we made

Start again with clearer eyes

Win at the game we have played

What you believe is all it takes

Will you climb or grab a spade

Climb out of the hole you’re living in

Or lay in the tomb you made