Trickle trickle goes the sand;

Hour hour flows through hand.

Bottle it up, lickity split;

If Time runs out, simply flip.

Swirling thought 'round and 'round;

If you stop I’ll put you down.

Back of mind or front of lobe;

Labor toil strife doth strobe.

Flash of mem’ry, flash of light;

Flash of pleasure, flash of fright.

Colors mix bob 'n weave;

From my plight no reprieve.

Red or Blue, Black or Green;

The moment strikes op'ning seen.

The bomb is ticking, begging please;

Sweat runs cold, weak goes knees.

Which wire to cut?

Time’s up.