Time

There is not enough time on the clock to explain how little time there is.
Time is a universal hazard; a personal, controlled chaos
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait.
I don't wait for time--
And time doesn't wait for me
Time will run out---whether in one month or six
Four and a half more years
Forever
Years can separate beings, or bring them together.
Maturity is a virture
And time, it is a universal hazard; a personal, controlled chaos
One month or six
Waiting to cry, waiting to breath, waiting to exhale
Four and a half years
Wait.