A TICKING CLOCK

Of a colourful, bountiful WORLD
 Oh! But merely a ticking CLOCK

 Fast reaching its end, as it ticks through its DIGITS
At the end, shall I account for every MINUTE

Hmm...
Indeed in Me It sends shudders down the SPINE
As I recall this, each TIME

Hence, shall I take to My heels ...
Make My work with God good and RIGID?
For My Work is defined by My Soul and SPIRIT

Not by My conditional PHYSIQUE
So My eternity, be solace with no LIMITS

Or perhaps, I stay lazy HERE
But guilty HERE AFTER
After the clock stops ticking.