Time

Around I go

fast and slow

Dependent on the time

A hand is turning

Gears are churning

A never ending climb

Ticking on the wall

A big world seems so small

Without reason nor rhyme 

Clocks, keeping track

Turning to peace or attack

Never a silent mind

Running forward, never back

Doesn't fulfill yet doesn't lack

To loose is just a way to find

Now is now, night is black

Time to go, time to pack

Times controls the grind