As time slips

I’m reaching the final hour
I need help, Imma yell louder
I gotta fight, can’t be no coward
Time is slipping to the outer…
Realms
Only time will tell
If I can’t save others but myself
I will always put up that “L”
With the “A”, together with the C.A.
You only live once, there is no replay
But I simply can’t sit and wait to see
I will charge into time and faithfully
Believe that the grandfather clock
Will stop the tic and the tock
My heart beats to the hip and the hop
My blood is cleansed of the sin by the cross
But time seems to evade me
I have to struggle daily
Because what eludes me isn’t the illusion
Of becoming materialism’s new king
As a listen to the wind
Life isn’t what you envision
It’s doing something the fills in
The hole where something is missing
Once your destiny you’re fulfilling
You become whole
But time is slipping
It’s leaving my grasp
My breathing is gasp
My season has passed
No meaning to last
Unless I press for progression
Perfection of the conditions
Of the living in this system
We call life
Where pain paints the picturesque
And the rivers flow crimson
Poor, peasant, peon, proletariat
Chasing time chastises the choice of a chariot
To take me away
But I have to stay
To find my way
To win this game I play
Called Life
Slipping is the time
What is being in one’s prime?
When by being socially even is odd?
It adds up strife, and subtracts God
As I hear the souls sing
I get into the boxing ring
Lace up, and with time I box
Jab, hook, uppercut
I’m shook and in shock
Can it finally be when I’m going down?
Find the inner strength to go another round
After 12, the chime of the bell
Grandfather comes out and tells
All eyes in the middle
I’m exhausted, to the point where I might shrivel
But the might inside gives me the energy little
To see him give me the answer to my riddle
He looks onto the score card
The winner is…
suddenly everything goes dark

In the midst silence
The world erupts into violence
Time devises a plan
that defies the man
And his will for what’s righteous

Will time end up destroying me?
Quite possibly
How do I stop this monstrosity?
That is constantly haunting me
Step up, fight, and think positively

As time slips, and my ink drips
My instinct might be take some sips
And say “FUCK THIS SHIT”
But what I gotta do is just forgive
This is life, don’t be surprise what life gives
Especially as time slips