Time

I'm running out of time,
where do i run now?
life is catching up with me,
and i do not know how,
cos when you've been running,
as long as someone like me,
you'd think the memories would be forgotten,
and i would be set free.

The clock is ticking,
time is running out,
there's no time for thinking,
or to stand and scream and shout,
i must find the answers,
or a new way to escape,
before all the painful memories,
rewind my life on tape.

Time is marching on,
i must dig in haste,
bury all these emotions,
in an empty space,
For i cannot keep running the way that i have been,
hoping one day I'd wake up,
to find it all a dream.