The Time Sink

The Time Sink

By Brandon Palzkill

Time is a leaky sink.

Second after second,

ceaselessly dripping

down into the depths,

never to be seen, again.

I loaf around the basin,
watching every drop

spiral down the drain.

I can’t stop the drip,

can’t fix the leak,

so I just stand… watching.

My life slips by,

while I wait around

and nothing ever changes;

the drops will always fall,

whether I’m there or not.

I should do something else,

but can’t look away.

I’ve fallen under the thrall

of those continuous drips,

sixty per minute,

while they count down

to the end of me.

How do you handle it?

Do  you fare any better?

Do you lose yourself

down the drain,

or go on with your life?