I have a heartbeat necklace that i wear almost everyday.

It is tarnished from constant wear and poor craftsmanship.

Grey's Anatomy is hardly accurate, I know.

But I love that saying, how does it go,

Oh yes- it is a beautiful day to save lives.

I want to be a surgeon you see,

A seamstress of flesh.

The heartbeat around my neck that echoes my own,

It is a reminder embedded in my chest

That I desire to control this fleeting thing we call time.

The thought of this power sends shocks to my heels.

Time, as the dear fickle thing we know it to be,

Ebbs and flows with the circle of life.

But with a scalple, my modern sword,

I can rush in triumphantly and vanquish the clock.

I can meet the dawn with a spring in my step.

Everyday I come closer to my goal, my passion.

My work, classes, and fun mold me into the warrior

Who will be able to reason with Father Time.

So still I fight on, smiling into the blinking sun.