Now is time

 

You and you puckish vain

You mess with rage

You flirt with nothing

Such as you, amiss and feverish

 

Hear it.  Feel it. Your heart pumping twice as hard

But you are not getting anywhere

Your heart pumping thrice as hard

But you are not getting anywhere

Nowhere

Your heart pumps arhythm

Your easy breaths are numbered

 

Do you want to know the number?

Do you want to know how many?

Do you want to count them?

How many breaths you have left

How much credit with air

How much credit oxygen

 

Now is time

Count them, as they hatch

 

Count them out loud and up to sky

As you be sink there, down into it

Leaving your mark