A broken watch lies in my hands

It seems to have died the day I found my fate

Like the burden of knowledge I must act

In fact, run and race time before he beats me to my own game

A head start would suffice

but life seems to object what we find fair

I'd find ways to fly over head

But it's still only fought with an expression of a will

As a universal currecy

How we spend it, is how we ourselves, are portrayed

Whether a worthless replica or a priceless display

Everytime you object or refuse,

This gift is yet again presented to you

This borrowed time is soon to omit,

So take this loan and make it your own -