What if time were the new currency
What if any and everything were controlled by the tendencies of past, present and future
What if tick-tock became the new exchange rate?
What if your life were radar etched on the folds of your wrist
And you could virtually watch your life melt away like candle wax
Knowing that every tick-tock of the clock was a walk off luck and you were steps away from being coffin locked
What would you do?
If oblivion waved a smile across to you
What would you change if you had seconds starring at the sun stunned face of yours?
Would you right your wrongs?
Or let them multiply like the figures of a Nigerian politician in a Swiss bank account
Would you stop wasting time in the bid of trying to save it?
Would you make the most of it by not trying to redeem or reclaim it?
By not counting it but making it count
The time is ticking
And day by day our 12 is approaching
Make use of yours before the orbit reaches terminus
Live like your lifeline bar was beeping red and they was no hope for a recharge
Maybe then you’d manage your lifeline better