Time

So much to do 

The clock is constantly ticking

Thinking I'm good

But my heartbeat keeps skipping

Functioning in reality

My universal scale keeps tipping

Inhaling the essence

To ensure I'm not tripping

Straightening my back

When my postures slipping

Holding my babies tight 

Inspite of societies gripping

Renovating 

As the paint starts chipping

Elevating any being

Longing to make a killing

Believing in how they're living

And not afraid of giving

Time

We don't have it

Blinded by the hands

Ignoring the demands 

Watching the counter land

Every second, minute And

The proof is in Man

To organize and plan

As the future comes again

And again

Time

Consistently passes

Slow like molasses 

Or quickly it surpasses 

Generations of classes 

Outnumbering the Masses

Degrees, legacies, rising from the ashes

Believing in more than lashes

In

Time