Ticking Over

I feel as though...

I'm in a world out of time
I'm a step out of rhyme

Two steps forward
Three steps back,
I'm sliding erratically
Along a space-time track

I'm trying to escape
But the allure of the trip
Holds me in place

I'm living and loving
All possibilities
Like an electron in heat

Living the life:
Of an egotistical Scape-grace
The cleptomaniacle Emperor
The benevolent Bard
And the simpering Sage

I'm all for the moment
But so far as I'm concerned
It's a rather limiting illusion

We're born into a world
Deluded into time constraints,
From birth conscious
Of a death
Looming on the horizon

We're given life
In a world
Where the very word
Is synonymous with struggle.