Time. Where are you?

This was just something quick that I had started writing a while back and just realized that it was unfinished. Not very long.

Time,Time,Time
Do you see what you've done to me?
And I-I-I, think its time to believe
that you're not all there
and I don't believe that you care.

Maybe you'll understand when I'm gone.
You'll watch while I move on
without the fear of you
tracking my every move.

The short hand's struck again

like the blazing iron on the blacksmiths edge

to remind me of the battles

with the minutes I've lost

and the seconds I've won

While the wars continue to rage

the people can't turn the page

and you just sit by to watch

like you're waiting on the clock.

As the brave new world calls out for you,

Time, what shall you do?