My clock

"Time" by me of course silly.
I'm sure this is a repost from some time because I have none.
Time it slips on through day in
day out
I wonder if I'll have enough
how to catch up
when it will give me a rest
when it will bite me again
how it consumes my thoughts
how i'm wasted with it's demenor
staring at me it's hands ready to swat and tap and trod at any given selfproclaimed moment

and i wonder how i'm ever going to get this all done
this feeling breathing down my neck
sleepwalking through

I'll catch up with you
in this
time
when I find it

grabbing at clocks and running like a theif
i'm grabbing at hands
and dashes
just a simple wrinkle forming.

time.