Time

The clock ticks

Even as we sleep

Time can’t be kept

It can’t hear us weep

We are all doing time

Life…

It’s more than a sentence

More like serving paragraphs

Inside chapters

To a world we’ll

Eventually leave behind

Sometimes I wonder

Will I be worth history?

And then I remember

When I almost was…

Except I would have left

No page to turn

Wouldn’t even have made

Much of an ash if it burned

Then all the tomorrows

I couldn’t afford, but still borrowed…

When it’s really my time

I hope I’ll have paid it all back

Because the gold I was bestowed

Each morning

 and the smiles throughout the day

somehow

 made the midnight struggles

slip away

and they still do

and there goes the part where I try not to cry

I’m still here with time

And an open suitcase

Full of reasons to be unpacked.

The clock can keep ticking

the moments can leave

I think I'll stay