Chronophobia

These rational delusions have got to cease,
the second hand has finally got the best of me.
I’m too aware about the singularity,
that brought me to the edge of time.

And it’s always on my mind now,
they say what has passed is coming back some day.
The world is turning faster but it’s just one way
and I’m desperate to try most anything to breed.

A simple chronophobia,
a simple chronophobia now.

Maybe there’s a science or technology
to help me come to terms with my maker.
Since natural selection never banked on me,
I must be an exception to the plan.

Someone help me understand now,
cryogenic methods are intractable
and collagen polymers aren’t so terrible,
but they still can’t prevent the inevitable farewell.

A simple chronophobia,
a simple chronophobia now.