Borrowed Time

Wake up, my friend.

No sense in wasting this day

Just watching the meteor fall.

You’re on borrowed time after all.

Knowing it’s all about to end,

What will you do with that time?

So precious you hoarded it,

Watching it slip through fingers intertwined.

And yet you lay here

Insisting destruction is not near…

Maybe you think you can ride this out.

You’re on borrowed time after all.

Come on! Get up!

There is much to see yet.

Maybe this will be an adventure.

Maybe this will be apotheosis.

You may finally even be true

To yourself and to others.

Maybe even ask him to spend

The end of days in your arms.

At least you could hold onto him better

Than the hours you failed to fetter.

As the sand stops for no one,

You’re on borrowed time after all.

The evening comes but light holds

Not from sun but from falling meteor,

The object of the end.

Perhaps you prefer the great flood instead?

I’ve done all I could and must be going.

It appears time is harshly flowing.

You’re on borrowed time after all.

Did you make the most of it?

Or did you squander away?

No matter. I hope it was worth it

And you spent the last hours well.

I will certainly miss you,

Though I know you won’t me.

He was better for you anyways

Do you hear that? That pained chime.

A love song that doesn’t rhyme

As you awaken covered in rime.

Only able to act in pantomime

Beholden to this worldly paradigm.

Hurry up, it’s time.

Rise from sleep… your debt is to be collected