Passing Seconds

by good2begone


What happens with time
If the wounds don’t heal
If the heart skips a beat
How much does it steal

On borrowed time
With no one to repay
If it’s not mine
How long can I stay

On my side
Yet running out
It is of the essence
There is no doubt

In the race against it
But, still have some to kill
Sometimes, pressed for it
Usually, against my will

Time, it waits for no one
It goes on…tick tock
Live with no regrets
While there’s still time on the clock

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