Time

Time clocking in and out,

I know better for what the past

Has mocked me for,

And if for one minute more I

Had to watch the past

Rip me up like some used up beating

Bag, For not I am no super hero,

This past is my future behold a strong beginning

For now, this lust of yesteryear will hold

Me down with ties and pins, hard to escape

This ruined generation without getting hurt.