Battle with Time

Time is frozen
as are my legs.
I am bored,
something others have pegged.
I am ready for
the night to end
and time to again
become my friend.
I am ready for
voices that slow
to increase their speed
and have assistance to show.
If only I knew
how to manipulate this time
it may change a perception
and an attitude of mine
but until that moment
I will stare at the clock
and think of my battle with time,
one that is being fought and lost.