Ticking Clock

Am i flipping through life like my time is ticking? My clock is running through numbers like time I'm running outta watch to figure out where I'm supposed to be in this lifetime Are u where I'm destined to be? Or am I wasting you like im wasting time? Why is it that every time u lock me down,clock me in doing circles around me im feeling every drip down my navel I'm feeling every sweat across my chest Your tongue exploring every passage way I want u to enter Am I forgetting that I need to be somewhere else? Instead I'm bouncing, backing, threading every piece of u against me I want to roll my mind, body and spirit into you I want to be intertwined in u I want my soul being captured by u until I release every emotion I had of u Then I look at my ticking clock and realize I have more important things to do I can't succumb to this imaginery fairy tale life of u...and me and My watch is my reminder that time is not meant to be wasted I am the epitomy of wasted Wasted in your words of keeping me content in your non progressing tick I need to not forget my clock is rocking and it's telling me to be great, forget the lames and never forget my name...