Before The Clock Runs Out

February 12, 2018 — by robbiegsingh0


What is the prize, what is the prize
Look at that bewildered look in their eyes

Oh but look, look at how the time flies
I should have listened to the words of the wise

We’re off to the races but going where?
I think I’m finally losing my hair

Why the stare, why the stare
Don’t you like my new underwear

Oh wait, wait now Im starting to see
The laughter, that smile is what I seek in me

Stop the race! I’m going back
Time, time come back to me!
I’m starting to see what sets me free

Move,move,out of my way!
All this work and no time to play

I know, I know it’s no time to weep
But soon I know that I’ll be asleep