It has come to this
You are colder these days
Chilling my skeleton
Freezing my blood
Questioning my resolve
You were an annoyance
Now you’ve gone ballistic
Showing me who is king
and who is time constrained
I admit you win the time game
Not the soul lottery
Night is your nemesis
It lays you down to rest
while my spirit never sleeps
Yes time validates you
in the bigger scheme of things
Suffice it to say
I won’t give you the time of day
