Time

We sit and we wait,

for the sluttish time,

that will bring us to our fate,

upon its clock chime.

We like to pretend,

time is doesn't matter,

but when our time ends,

our hopes shatter.

Time is our life,

the utmost importance to us,

when it stabs us with knife,

we don't want to take that bus.

Time is the only thing we should want,

but we only realize that when it taunts.