Times of the less life

The time clicks and clocks When ever does it not? My blood flows, While my heart is still stowed. My stomach still twists and turns, My intestines tied into knots. The mind of my own should be at peace, Although, it wont stop. It pounds and it aches, Why won't it use its brakes? I'm stuck in the mode of fight or flight, I'm still hoping to be not right. You show me no love, Yet I still want you and only you. Why won't my dreams of you Just not be so blue?