It's high time

These thoughts escape me like a runaway train, a stray bullet The trigger sits between my mind and my mouth, my brain decides the right tme to pull it Happily ever after doesn't exist People always want more but get left hungry like Oliver Twist Rickity tick tock goes the clock, the second hand stops It's by time, i've, been getting mocked Now watch, the minutes, they dont fly by they walk I'm in shock, but i'm trying to listen Got lost in another dimension and I refuse, I'm not paying attention! Right then, the day was beginning to pass, when it stopped in front of me and started to ask If perhaps, I could spare a little cash for gas So I tossed'um a twenty and asked for directions, he replied, "it's too late in the game to make a course correction!" But yelled "hey" as he rode away, said it really didn't matter any which way The destination won't change, it remains the same, inside every brain lives this misconception Said goodbye to today he needed to run, had made plans to meet up with the sun But left me with a note to give to tomorrow, it read, "can you pay him back the twenty bucks I borrowed?" Where did this start and where will it end? These thoughts aren't mine they belong to my pen, siphoning ink so ha ha I win! Follow along as I put this ink to paper, Just watched my pen run off with my stapler Sleep deprived, i'm having that nightmare again, the one where i'm being swallowed by a giant Ambien I'm hearing voices and they're driving me crazy, stepped on my shadow then it started to chase me, it's catching up, somebody save me!