O Time!
My worst enemy
slithering worm on my wrist
Your loud tick irks me
Making me want to smash you
Into a million fragments
I know I am not yet a millionaire
Haven't flown in my private jet
Met my favourite musician
Sang in the choir
I don't own the white picket fence yet
The dozen kids and the cute dog
I haven't yet written that bestseller
Or fallen in love
Or truly stopped to admire nature
What do you want from me?
Screaming tick tock at weary ears
Please let me breathe
Don't suffocate me
I will soon own you truly
And watch you die a million deaths
when I eventually become all
That you deem me undeserving of