Ode To Time Poem by john tiong chunghoo

i am time, i run
on people's feet
on their wrists
needles on the wall
the hearts and mind
especially the last
of which i am a parasite

i live in a dimension
that feeds on every other
night, day, rain or shine

you can chop me down
piece by piece, unit by unit
stuff them up with every bit of
your dreams

now i am all done up,
made up for
human endeavours

a miser of
the upper most kind
i am every minute,
every second of the my lifespan
to myself, to others

the last luxury i have
is to reflect on myself - no time

i live in a dimension
people dont look back
run in a straight line
a masochist as i chug
along enslaved and enslaving