The clock is my enemy, hand over hand. It will never slow down, that I cant stand. With scars down my forearms, my life slips away. When dancing with demons, that's the price you must pay. The past is behind me, no memory to view. All my friends are imprisoned or there lives are askew. Running these streets, I've lost my direction. Accept it or change it, its not much of a selection. I've chosen my fate, by the choices I've made. Losing all hope to this game of life that I've played. I cannot rewind, only live in fast forward. Leaving unfinished business as my casket is lowered. My strength I’ve diminished, a crooked soft spine. The old me has died. My past is Lost Time. I build my own character, consuming all wisdom. Take it or leave it, forced this decision. I Turn back the dial, I'm searching for placement. My soul it runs free ,my minds stuck in a basement. My seconds keep ticking, my future seems froze. This is my karma, left reaping all sows. Guilt can take lives, its even claimed mine. All those years of addiction are logged as Lost Time By: Cory M. Lee