Whatever
From the day I was born
My life was just a number
A moment scattered
In the slavery of time
When I look around
I see so many people
Wasting the gift
The clock does not go forward
Time is just a cleverly placed rhyme
Getting older all the time
A string of silly cliché’s
Designed to fool the mind
The wrinkles you refuse to see
Images of you and me
Reflecting time in our obscurity
A head stone to hold me down
Just a number laid in the ground.
From the day I was born
I had a number
Someone picked out for me.
