Tick, tock, tick tock

Racing with life’s clock

Driving faster ‘round the bends

Racing blindly toward my end

Motivation

Lost in the dictation

Of a person I don’t know

Could be friend or could be foe

Climbing higher

Up the ladder under fire

From ever-eager critics

I’m lost in their ballistics

Maybe someday

When I hold some sway

I’ll put an end to climbing

Stress on work and not on timing