Jim van den Bos
How I wish time would just stretch
on and on and on and on and on
Whenever I feel like it, whenever
On and on and on and on and on
Annoyingly I wield the magic wand
On and on and on and on and on
Delaying everyone’s inevitable futures
On and on and on and on and on.
Now, the clock hits twelve
And the second hand rushes
Guiding the minutes and hours
Everything flies by as I lose control
And now I am here, in the moment
The predicted awful present to be
Room filled with echoes of anger
Tears held in tightly till it ends
And then my panic takes control
On and on and on and on and on
The downward spiral’s guiding light
On and on and on and on and on
And on.