Steel needles frozen on the wooden track of time
Everything comes at a time
Cannot trade seconds for a dime
Waking up and contemplating
Is it worth staying?
Growing vines
Mistook me for one made of oak
Cut me spine
Count my lines
Get the joke?
Those around me seem to know
To stop, pause and start
The way they grow, glow
A mastered art
Dancing star to star
My heels smell of burnt flesh
If I let them get a scar
I won't need to start afresh
I won't be the bait
Change my fate
I do not want to live in wait.