I have no sense of time's passing even as I watch the time closely
It may have been a day since I last looked at these numbers
Or it may have been a year since I set the timer that never goes off
Therefore I am in a hurry, logically the only option when time could be running short
Reasoning thus I scurry forth, watching any time piece that comes across
Hoping that the numbers have not yet run out, down to the coming zero
Sometimes though, I watch a clock long enough to see that the number do not change
No matter how long I wait, this clock seems to have stopped counting
Does this mean I have run out of time or that time is now infinite?
It is a sign of the times: I have watched the time too closely and now the clock mocks
Mock away, I do not need to smack the clocks I see to become unaware of time
An obsession with time is an obsession with death (or with imagined expectations)
Put away the identity showings, this house is not for sale at any price
I may not have built it, but I live here, for as long as I'm not paying attention to numbers
Arbitrariness stalks and eats its prey, clocks are the silent observers encouraging the feast
I have won this race when I've stopped running: the finish line is as important as the hands
And time is like knowledge: an infinity with not much more to offer than updated anxieties
Roman Ryan 