Seconds.

I waste this time,
because it slips;
I stand in queues,
because it moves like one;
I am slow to think,
I am slow to move,
I run at the end,
and stop at the beginning;
I am nestled in a wreath,
and I stare at the water,
I  follow nothing and no one,
because I don't shine above the sun.
My life is a scandal...it makes me feel important,
it makes me know im here,
it makes me remember...
that I'll always be a memory.

(This is literally from the graveyard. Originally named 'Dual Words',it is amusing how it reflects the past few years :D)