It Keeps Running Down: Time
Poetry
There seems to never be enough time But how can this be? When time is abstract It’s something we make it to be It’s something more similar to fantasy Yet, it doesn’t change how I need more of it I prevent myself from looking at the time Because every time I look at the clock, I think of the same line Time is running out With so much to do I’m running out of time I try to help myself and make do But I just end up feeling more blue Time keeps running And I keep feeling used