Now within, out of time*

Now within, out of time*

Something keeps moving about

It does not stop, there is no doubt

Running in increments in a chase

A rhythm that continues seems like a race

It is an illusion that one feels they have to beat

Looking at this, no one ever defeats

But seconds roll by, hearing tick tock

A face that looks, hands direct, it's a clock

Following this, one can be stressed

To keep up with this, no one can rest

So we can definitely see, this puts one in a bind

Until it no longer exists, when one is out of time

Dom*Colucci 2014