By Andrew R. Duckworth
With schedule full and days backed up
And missing breaks and time to sup
And storing away through the day
Emotion at the docking bay
How can a man try to survive
In a world where we’re slaves to time?
It ticks until it ticks its last
And days get locked into the past.
Time is cruel and does not wait
For us to get our motions straight.
It moves along for old and prime
In a world where we’re slaves to time.