Time

The clock is ticking, a robotic chime
But not one of light, one of crime.
It chases us, wherever we go,
And we've no way to tell, no way to know.

When that time might end for us,
When that time might stop.
When that time might cause a fuss,
Yet it hovers over top,

Of all our daily activities, it will bring them to a halt,
Taking a grasp on freedom, trapping us in vaults.
So we must pull off our watches, step forward and away
We will not be slaves of time. No, not today.