The clock ticks by.
Time flies past, zooms past,
not waiting a moment for me.
To make up or the time I lost.

With each stroke,
my heartbeat in perfect sync.
The count keeps reducing,
Killing me, while still in my pink.

Why do I keep count,
Why do I race with time?
Why not let it do its own work,
and me carry on mine?

Live with time, don't fight with it.
Use it for good, work more on it.
Cause every moment well used I have learned,
Is time not lost but earned.