Circular poem: Ticking away

It’s ticking away
It’s ticking away
Ticking away
Ticking away
So what do you say?
Who you obey?
Where is your way?
Where’s taking your way?
NOW!
Huh, now?
What you talking about?
Caring about?
Living about?
Giving a shout?
NOW!
Deprived delusions,
stripped illusions,
false conclusions,
and mind infusions.
It’s an old man’s grand plan.
In an old man’s sand land.

With this second left,
rest is theft,
and you get caught,
experience wrath,
while doing your math,
How should I use my,
Very,
Last,
Second?
Because,
It’s ticking away
It’s ticking away
Ticking away
Ticking away