A Ballad of Time

Is it time that may choose what we do now,
For it runs on that very fine line?
Have you questioned the life that you fend for today,
Or do you lead this life just with signs?

With my hand on my watch I stare timing,
Those small seconds as breath leaves her lungs.
As those strangers pass by mouths ajar and appalled,
A girl only fifteen had died young.

How could days bring such hell in between lives so gracious?
It is fate that shows signs that should warn.
Should our lives be mixed up like ideas in dreams,
Should our deaths seem a shock or adorn?

See that moving red image which swifts past your eyes now,
Who'd of known what that haste could escort?
In that moment of chance his bike crossed it's vast path,
What you thought was a game's none the sort.

It's time the clock won it's last victim.
Time I walked on that day to commit,
Towards a point onwards where nothing exists,
I have walked to a place where times sit.