5 Minutes

I found five minutes today,
and I need to spend it right now.
 
You can only keep it if you mark it.
If you don’t spend it, you save it.
But if you invest it, it’s gone all the same.

There are so many things I could do with them,
These five, found minutes of mine. 
First you’re on time, then you’ve lost it again.
If you’re watching the clock, then you’ll miss the sign.

Can we talk about fucking clocks?
How can something so tyrannical
be told by something mechanical?
If time waits for no man
why does it stop for clocks?

Time could run out, be up.
Invested, arrested.
Forgotten, forgiven.
It’s rotten this world that we live in.

I’ve gotten this far without talking of ticking or tocking,
The cliched reminders of the Reaper come knocking.
I’m losing it now. I can feel it going.
I’m getting older. Time should be slowing. 
Wind me up. Wind me up. Wind me up.
And go.
Please don’t run out on me.

I found five minutes today, and I think I’m going to spend it
No, waste it
On you