The Pre-programmed Clock

I am swallowed up by this ever feeling of yearning for something or someone.  It is as if  i have lost something that was never even tangible.  I am being pulled upwards into the vast space of your time is running out.  Tick Tick Tick. I can feel every wasted moment.  As I sit here longing to leave. As my body grows weary my mind grows contemptuous.  It taunts my body, my ability to actually live as I would like to live.  I am sitting here because I am suppose to.  Because I am scared not to.  I am left with the ever unanswerable questions of How: When: and: What!?