METRONOME

 

how time counts slowly but insanely fast 

heart beats stands no change in the race

our days are numbered 

metronome proves it all 

our death is near, ceteris paribus 

borrowed life, we are all just foolish 

we overweight the world too much 

it is now hanging by a thread 

if you gets buried with a coffin, with a grave

count yourself lucky absolutely 

a rare luck not everyone deserves 

life gives not everyone that luxury 

your monument is just sheer stupidity 

your time has gone, let the plants feast on your manure 

a troubled mind, a troubled soul 

you are gone, go rest in pieces  

time gave enough seconds for you to make up

restitute so you can relive yourself of burdens 

it makes you become light like a feather 

but you chose not, you, an overzealous ingrate 

our pains and troubles end when our time stops 

our breathe ceases as soon as our metronome halts 

it’s a different peace when we die 

no one wants to return to this burdened called world 

@talk2leigh

6:14am

3 Aug 2023