Time passes and moments expire,
As we wait for the new.
Upgrades and add-ons,
The new features and series,
Fill our senses and mask our internal clocks.
“What time is it?” we ask,
“Half past the new smart phone,
Almost to the next promotion.”
We measure time on an unattainable device,
A prize forever out of reach.
We count memories on what happens next,
Not on what happens now.
And yet, the clock still ticks.
Until we’re out of time.
Can you hear it?
The ticking mocks us,
While we hide in the shadow of the future.