I have a time constraint. It is a tether so tight,
against which I fight in time’s ceaseless tide.
Bound by hours, my grip is slipping me into the night.
My feet are tired, I lose my grip, I need a ride.
The clock is ticking, tick-tock against me, the clock
is relentless to abide by an instance in echoes of seconds, yet-
chasing moments, for time will not wait, I hesitate- my rock,
I dance as time towers in ballrooms where eternity dances a duet.

Seconds fly by me, minutes in seconds glide,
where time collides I’m running out of time,
slipping through my hands as I cry as I slide.
no time to confide, I am tripping on this trip of mine,
in my absence, they find me, bind me, and chide me
Rock of ages, time in all its stages, now bereft.
Demands for time are hidden with nowhere to hide me
Time is a gift- too swift, I was deft but with no time left.

I’m pressed for time with a weight I carry on my soul,
I’m facing time limitations as I face the boundaries I set,
I’m in a race against time to reach the rock, my goal.
as I dance and twirl with hours and the hours whirl in a minuet,
I don’t have time on my side, this timeless truth is unveiled,
Tripping, running in a sprint so grand, take my hand!
My truth I wield, fleeting moments my shield, my goal, curtailed.
Footprints fade, falling desperately in shifting soil and sand.

The deadline is looming, a shadow cast, I will not last. Not this time.
The ebb of time, in truth time I make when I make time, and resilience can reside
as specter of time, relentless and vast, I try yet I am running out of time.
within constraints, possibilities collide, my rock created time and in eternity I abide.
Yet, amidst the ticking clock, a choice to make, my choice, my rock, I make.
Running out of rhyme even though time is working against me, I cry a poignant plea!
My Rock found me, and grounds me-embrace the race and let dreams not forsake
In split seconds I declare a truth I decree, I am not my past. It does not define me!