All kinds of time

- Fountains of Wayne

Being the last one in is not a good thing
your heart swells and your ears ring.
With multiple promises that have been made
to remember forever
or atleast till memories fade.

Life seems a state of constant unrest
as each bird flies away from the nest.
Breath slows heart quickens
Head tells heart your just chicken.

Days turn to months at warp speed
a few more is all I need.
Time and tide.
Tick Tock this life away.