Time

Tenured
Into
Myopic
Entropy
The
Individual
Minute
Exponentially
Throws me
In
Madness
Endless.

Time is a weapon
as it is a gift
Time, how it threatens
Its victims with its shifts
Change in position
Altering in speed
Pretending that I own it
That it’s I in the lead
Oh, but I am just the ox
Dragged by the reins
Grip tight on my neck
As smile do I feign
But time it is neutral
So do now as you please
But do not underestimate
Its sly slithering speed.
For a day will come
When the song’s been sung
And the past is left to lead,
When the door’s been flung
And you’re certain you’ve won
But we’re in for a shock, yes indeed.

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