The hands do chase me
constantly notching away.
A moth
eating up moments
The face is ever watchful
its remorseless eye
Sees the slipping seconds,
shards, sparks,
gone
in an infinitesimal
instant
The time keeper knows
no mercy,
arms encompass all
without prejudice.
In the blink of a year
everything changes
Lines are drawn
which cannot be erased
And I walk ever onwards
Unable to turn back
the ticking