Monologue: Talons of Time

How may one escape the constraints of time?

Its claws tugging at you like those of a cat.

Clocks with every excruciating chime,

Time seems to pass with the drop of a hat.

The beating hands echo that of your heart,

Pounding, trying to race the trickling sand.

Fearing failure of a task before its start,

As the stress of time makes it tough to stand.

Deadlines creep up on you, poking with grim.

You fret as you try to delay their curse,

Sensing their ruthless effects in every limb.

You imagine that you cannot feel much worse.

Yet, how can time inflict horrible pain

When its existence has people to blame?