Precious time ⏰

Coz there’s barely the time to fit everything in

We rush around like racehorses toing and froing 

Whilst the ticks of the clocks keep coming and going

The world whirls like a wheel on a merry-go-round

Where noone stands still in the silence of sound

Life indeed is a rollercoaster

With the sun up in the sky as a warming toaster

Spinning in circles to align with the moon

When they shadow each other sometimes it’s the noon

Then twinkling stars come to light when the sun goes to sleep

And humanity takes to their beds like a white flock of sheep

But we are all destined to live by that hand of the clock