Why does time feel like a crime to society, is it because it doesn't end entirely 

Doesn't time give us all anxiety, it creeps up on us quietly

Suddenly your having the time of your life, then suddenly it stops

Times brought me thoughts, and plenty of talks

Were always told not to waste time, it can't be replaced

But what if it's more like don't displace your time, embrace your ability to be alive

Sometimes I feel dead inside, I think my constant clock needs a shock

I'm addicted to adrenaline, it's the fear that follows it

Its the ability to be a live for a certain amount of time, that I find devine

It's what keeps me alive, and gives me drive

I thrive off of time, I don't feel deprived of it

I've learned to survive, with the limit of time

So if I ever die, it will be alright

I'll have peace of mind, knowing it was my time