Time is Ruin

Yesterday it rained.
Yesterday I sank in my seat,
Sank in defeat.
Let the whiskey wash it away.
Just wash it all away.

Time is evil,
As all human creations are.
A deadline comes and fear grips my star.
Thick is the air, and I am well aware.
So very aware.
The end, death himself is right there.

Softly taken sips sweep down my throat.
Cold and cutting, a real whiskey kiss.
And death is there, running hands through my hair.
I am so aware,
But the end, it doesn't care.

Today it rained again,
It poured.
Laid siege on the wood boards.
But I still sat there in my seat.
I watched,
And time would work its evil crime.

Tomorrow it will come to be.
A van, with dogs to herd sheep like me.
A warhorse is still a horse,
Shot when weak.

Yes, time is evil.
It wrecks you, it is ruin,
Like an aging tree, as it leans before the fall.
I am like that, but not so tall.
Not at all.