The Irony

As the clock ticked by I din’t realise
It was the sound of my life going by
The moment now was slipping to the past
Like the oil in the lamp depleting fast

All of a sudden it dawns to me
All that I do is one big farce
What use it is to burn out my soul
If I can’t stretch the time with the ones who care

I can move mountains as I have might at my side
A strange bedfellow who distances with time
When I can I care not and when I can’t I mourn
Is this irony or am I a fool