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“Time is running out!…”

“You have 88 minutes to live.  Tick-tock-tock.”

“If one of you decides to blow up the other boat, I’ll let you live.  If by 12 o’clock neither of you have blown up the other, I blow both of you up.  And oh- might I remind you to hurry, because the people on the other boat might not be so noble.”

“Time is money.”

“You have 60 seconds.”

“The white men seemed to always want to calculate time.  We wanted to enjoy it.”

“10 seconds remaining.”

What is this thing called time?

Is it used for cruel, wicked acts?

Is it as sour as a lime?

What does it taste like

To lose time

Where insanity starts to rhyme

“If one of you decides to blow up the other boat, I’ll let you live.  If by 12 o’clock neither of you have blown up the other, I blow both of you up.  And oh- might I remind you to hurry, because the people on the other boat might not be so noble.”

How much is 60 seconds?

How much is 60 minutes?

Because that loud second hand ticking amounts to more than a minute

“You have 88 minutes to live.  Tick-tock-tock.”

Time is running out

Shoot that alien

Chase that soldier rout

“Time is running out!…”

Time is running out

Get to that job interview

Pull out that money and get ready to count

Time is running out

Guns are getting pulled in the hood

Even if your mamma died, defend yourself- stop that pout

Time is running out

That Sand Creek is about to happen

Insanity is starting to rhyme!

“The white men seemed to always want to calculate time.  We wanted to enjoy it.”

Time is running out

Start that homework, boy

Because your grades are damn in doubt

“10 seconds remaining.”

Time is running out

Your sweat down your back won’t slow that second hand

All you have is your brains and your guts- you know your SAT scores are in doubt

Why is this getting tougher?

Why won’t this world slow down?

Why can’t we make that clock’s arrogant smile a frown?

It’s controlling us, ticking us away

Until we meet that day

Water rising up 200 ft

More people dying in Africa

More people dying in India

But if we must generalize

More people dying worldwide

That clock is way to offensitive

I know because it’s killing us

One by one, making us more sensitive

Stop it now, stop it!

But no, it keeps ticking us away

How can anything be so cruel?

It doesn’t stop, a repetitive irritation

In all settings, not just one

No matter how

No matter how you schedule

No matter how you manage

It’ll keep ticking us away

We have to slow down

Not time, it won’t cooperate

But we’re so caught up

In all our little affairs

That we can’t stop to appreciate what we have

And prevent what did happen

And prevent what will happen

“You have 88 minutes to live.  Tick-tock-tock.”