I really feel this one today even though I wrote it years ago.

The clock on the wall
Spins faster these days
It has slowly sped up
As each day comes to call
And each night hardly stays
I swear it’s true… shhhh
Just listen
As the tick tick tick
Moves steadily on
As echoes migrate
From an underwater past
To the surface of now
A million tiny bubbles
Waiting to burst
With every beat
My heart takes
I can feel its rhythm
Nearing the end
As if wasted minutes
Are plotting revenge
Constructing vengeance
A sort of reckoning
That only time can allow