The winds of change will never cease to blow

And the rivers of time will never cease to flow

 

But my life is temporal it shall not go on forever

Existence has an allotted time in which to endure

 

Should I shout obscenities or just simply cry

Ball up fists to fight or just lay down and die

 

Can I sue my parents if life becomes too rough

Scream at the Creator and say I have had enough

 

Should I worry every second something may happen

That will shorten my allotment, throw my world in a spin

 

What if the stress of living with dying is more than I can take

If the weight of the truth is something I just can’t seem to shake

 

The pressure of living I think is killing me quicker than it should

Don’t think about it they say, just enjoy your time, I wish I could

 

I watched the sun chase the moon as it streaked across the sky

The hands of the clock were spinning so fast I thought it would fly

 

All about me the world goes whizzing past at a frenzied pace

For me time itself has slowed, I’ve been sidelined from the race

 

My crazy notes and thoughts I’ll leave behind with paper and pen

Meager ramblings to decode, a nudge to help you to begin

 

Placing a meaningful word here in prose or some word in rhyme

A colorful kaleidoscope of descriptive words from your allotted time