Its poem about vanity that leads to destruction

Fast life

Terfa

You told me that just like the clock I will never stop ticking but you never told me,

I cry to sleep only to see fear dinning in 

You told me to own life but this life I can't own because every day I have to atone.

But you never told me this path leads to a tunnel.

With all the bags I walked like the clock

I started to wither but yet the ends of this tunnel were not closing up on me 

Echoes of this path kept puncturing me as it walked to and fro

When I was all withered out now ready to be feasted on by fear 

Then a light blurred my sight and gave me a site to build a right.