It’s like half past late, no time to contemplate,
Tasks evolve to test, checkpoints only to succeed to the rest,
Under Earth’s axis behest, mind generates numerous pretext,
If only you had time to think, think, “think” is a mystery as you blink,
Complete with empty receptions of your eye,
Like reality is a fulfilled lie, scene after scene familiar figures full of electromagnetic dye,
Between all this hurry and vision blurry, only 3 seconds had elapsed isn’t that scary?
The Earth’s still rotating, and you’re caught up,
Well guess what it’s time up!

It’s times up, when you hear the bell,
It’s times up when you feel the fires from hell,
It’s times up when you stutter to spell,
But what is this code of restriction,
That limits, how long we daydream or stay in a conversation,
A unit of measure in modern civilization,
With all this technology and advancement,
Time cuts us short from the freedom statement,
Incarcerated by the light, liberty dark like a basement,
So break the link, think as you blink,
Break the shackles and free yourself,
Sit back, relax and ponder upon this verse,
Cause once you realize life sucks,
Then you “gotta” get back to hustle, cause guess what it’s times up

Did you hear that whisper through the mist?
Or are you too busy to hear of what your environment consists,
On and off your schedule list, every breath taken a constant monotony,
Hold “ya” breath and let me analyze your life anatomy,
Nanoseconds timed, forgotten papers with alarms and horns as acoustic parody,
Concrete jungles, full of iron skeleton systems that jut from the floor core,
Hallways, desks, stairs, faceless faces, and endless doors,
By sunset pleasure is deprived by exhaust,
Mind and body are depleted and lost,
So you get to bed to replenish the cost,
Sound asleep, in your covers tucked,
Too bad tomorrow you “gotta” get back to it all cause times up.