Time.

As the clock starts to tick,

Tick tock, tick tock,

Time is of the essence,

There is no turning back,

There is no redemption,

And there is no time machine to bring you back in time.

As the clock starts to tick,

You wonder where have all the precious time gone to.

Was it used for good ?

Was it used for bad ?

As the clock starts to tick,

You wonder how long will the good time last.

You wonder how long can you pretend that nothing will happen.

You wonder when is the time where everything falls apart.

As the clock starts to tick,

You wonder about the past.

About the past that you cannot touch anymore.

And you start to wonder, was it right ?

As the clock starts to tick,

You wonder what is really worth fighting for.

You wonder whether it is worth you precious time.

As the clock starts to tick,

You wonder if you can have a second chance.

You wonder if you can turn back time.

And start all over again.

With a new time.