Insight

The hour hand melts inside the grandfather face

Doldrums beat themselves to the abyssal place

Sacrificing seconds to appease an atrophying mind

I've come to realize the futility and so slowly resign

Winding its way through the crevices of time

Onto the back of the unsuspecting, atop the crooked spine

Outpace your forebears but remember you will die

Insight, it's the one thing that you've got left

Give it up again or draw the line

Hurry on down the path that'll​ take you back to me