The relentless March of Time scares one;
Time cares not who lost or won.
I’m worried I have so little Time;
I wonder why He can’t stop the Chime.

Time defines the limits to My Being;
I wonder why I’m not seeing;
Where are we heading? Why are we here?
Is God faraway or near?

Is Time a double-helix, line or curve?
Does it shoot like a laser or swerve?
The past is a shadow, the future a dream;
‘I want Time’, hear me scream.

You came into the world alone,
Into life’s ride, and you go alone;
What’s His game plan? How do I figure?
Is it the story, the song or the singer?

The Serpent of Time, goes on and on;
‘Hear my story, hear my song!!’