Time and time again...

All in good time.

But who's good this time?

Whose side is time on but mine?

I'm borrowing what I'm living.

And just in the nick of it all

I turn back and beat the clock.

Beat the clock to death

With these hands of mine;

The hands of time.

Too much time on my hands?

Only time will tell...

Tell what I'm running out of.

Time is of the essence...

And the essence is limited.

Yet fulfilling.

So timing is everything...

Yet everything I am not.

Time and time again...

- CH