Every Second Counts

Ticking away as I scramble to breathe,

     the timer demands, like a boss at the door,

     morning’s chaos wrapped in time’s web, I weave,

     moments get snatched from the floor to the core.

Red digits flash, pressing me into the fray,

     I rush through the motions, my heart racing on,

     it’s counting my worth in this frantic ballet,

     slicing through seconds before they are gone.

Each ring a reminder of what’s left behind,

     how life clicks on, relentless and bold,

     where stillness feels distant, I chase what’s unkind,

     each second I lose, a story retold.