Time

The room is quiet but for the clock,

ticking away small slices of my life.

Clicking continually with gears and springs

small measured pieces of my existence.

Chiming on the hour it mocks me,

laughing harmoniously at my lack of ambition and my

disappointed attitude about the hour.

”Look there goes another one”

“There’s no getting that back”

Still ticking, I could easily nap,

the clock’s monotonous rhythm lulling......pulling me, to sleep.

But again it has mocked me,

stealing another hour from me as I slept.

Oh you devious device, you rule us absolutely,

measuring our lives,

with no hope for escape.