The Tyranny of Time

hell on earth began with the tick, tick, tock of a clock

telling me I'm late for an early grave

but truth be told I've been late for everything
even kept my mom waiting forever in labor pains

that was the first time I didn't let anyone push me around
so began a lifetime of refusing to move to commands

It's not so much the responsibility I mind
but the oppression and tyranny of time
being ruled by that artificial construct of society

once we lived by natural laws
using the seasons, moon, and stars
to tell us when to plant and sow and harvest

how I abhor the minuscule minds
forcing us to endure minutes counting down
as if the rotation of earth now hung in the balance
saving us from annihilation
through the tick, tick, tocking of their hearts

eventually, the world slows and time pirouettes en dedans
a lifetime fighting the clock becomes just simple dance steps

finding in the end there are no heroes left
no wrongs to right, or wars to fight

for time has already won.