I paralyze myself with thoughts of time,
It’s seven am, my bus comes at nine.
I have so much to do today,
But the hours soon will slip away,
I’ll need to go, and I guess then, I’ll be angry that the hours end.
So instead I sit and watch seconds go by,
It’s seven thirty, and I don’t have enough time.
I won’t eat, I won’t sleep.
The clock, my gaze will keep.
I won’t think, I won’t dream,
My heart is scared to beat,
Every second that passes is a closer second to The Next Event.
I’m paralyzed by thoughts of time,
It was seven thirty, and now it’s nine.
Nothing got done today, as I watched the hours fade to gray.
And tomorrow, I fear it’ll be the same, as my life slowly slips away.
I don’t know why I am this way, but I know I’ve wasted time today, which when I really stop and think, is what I tried to avoid by watching time.