Time is Running Out
Now their is no time at all
To even stop and rest,
The stress and tension is rising up
And filling up my chest.
Running and running
Never slowing in this pace,
The fear of a little girl
Is written on my face.
“Hurry, Hurry” the voices say,
But I can’t take time to glance.
The race grows harder
And to slow I’d take the chance
Of never reaching or getting there
To the place where I strive.
I long to finish to quit this race,
But I can’t ‘til I’m no longer alive.
Alica Hall