Haunted by the Time

It's always in a rush It occupies my thoughts It will not pay attention To my appealing words It makes me run like hell And roughly calls the shots It haunts me with the sound Of march of ticking clocks ​ And I still drag my burden Towards the edge of days The way is so complicated The shoes don't leave a trace My head is full of letters That never will be sent Because they're scratched by the words You wouldn't understand