the ticks of a clock feel so certain 

confident that time has passed

steady in pace and sound 

as the minutes elapse

 

can you feel the time move 

sometimes it feels like i can

when it’s faster than it ought to be

and it slips through your fingers like sand

 

the distance is measured in miles

point a to point b

five thousand two hundred eighty feet

it’s hard to get perspective on these things

 

how far am from who i really am

there’s not a number that i can see

no chart to plot

no maps to read

 

if i could bend time and space

go anywhere i want

where i would be, i couldn’t say

 

maybe i wouldn’t move

but the world would keep on spinning

life’s to short to care anyway...