Time's Immemorial Time

What it's like running,

Asked the clock.

I just stood looking at it,

In my disbelief.

I stood, only for the clock

To speak again,

Felt like running away,

Yes to run away.

To run away, from the

Running time,

Where the seconds pushed

Minutes, minutes to hours

The hours to a week,

Weeks to month

Months to years, and all

Stood like a memory page.