Fickled Things

The moment of truth has arrived
my fingers tremble in anticipation
as the tips grace each colored tablet

Time is slowly tick-tick-ticking away
a small echo of a voice begs me
to stop, but its wishes will go unheard

I want to brew in myself pity
for just a second longer
I want to toy with my horrors

Time is such a fickle thing
funny how to the untrained eye
it appears to be long, unbearably stretched out

But to the more educated species
time is too short, passing in a blink of an eye
the clock will always strikes out