The clock ticks and ticks and ticks.
Another year has passed.
A new one has arrived,
But the only difference is in me.
Oh, how I have changed. 
I've grown tired,
so tired.
And my future stares me down. 
I try to remain calm, 
I swallow down my panic,
but I'm running out of time.
Time is slipping away,
like sand through my fingers,
sinking quickly to the bottom of the ocean,
an ocean as vast and as unknown as my future.

My heart thuds and thuds and thuds.
Where did my motivation go? 
Why can't I make decisions?
I no longer possess the urgency that I used to,
no matter how hard I try to regain it.
And time-
it taunts me.
I can't decide whether I'm chasing time,
or time is chasing me.

I think and I think and I think.
But the more I think,
the more confused I become.
I'm trapped,
trapped at the bottom of my ocean,
crawling
with the sands of time clouding my vision.
But I force myself to keep crawling,
keep searching,
keep moving toward the surface,
hoping that the tide will turn.

Have I always been like this?
Will I continue to be like this?
Only time can tell.