The Tyranny of Time - 9/17/24

 

hell on earth began with the tick, tick, tock of a clock


telling me I'm late for an early grave


but truth be told I've been late for everything

even kept my mom waiting forever in labor pains


that was the first time I didn't let anyone push me around

so began a lifetime of refusing to move on command


It's not so much the responsibility I mind

but the oppression and tyranny of time

being ruled by that artificial construct of society


once we lived by natural laws

using the seasons, moon, and stars

to tell us when to plant and sow and harvest


how I abhor the minuscule minds

forcing us to endure minutes counting down

as if the rotation of earth now hung in the balance

saving us from annihilation

through the tick, tick, tocking of their hearts


eventually, the world slows and time pirouettes en dedans

a lifetime fighting the clock becomes just simple dance steps


finding in the end there are no heroes left

no wrongs to right, or wars to fight


for time has already won

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