One day I was given the time of my life
It was not just any time,
but my time
It was a time being
I took my time
and had time on my hands
It was never down
but always up
One day it ran out
I found that it waits for no man
It flew,
but also crawled,
dragging on,
It went on and by,
moving on,
then stood still
It is so short
Now time is my worst enemy
but killing it is no answer
I guess it\'s time to go
served in prisons
and any line at a fast food place