as the clock ticks— seconds slip into minutes but i’m still here so i step faster then run then sprint my legs feel heavy my bag drags me down time slips away shadows stretch their eyes burning their whispers cutting “late… late…” i push harder i try to run faster than time but it always pulls ahead i can’t stop i can’t slow i can’t be late Note: just made this cus I'm scared of bein late and this is whyyyyy :)