A clock and a mouth

 It came bearing down
The feeling of dread
The inescapable feeling 
That there was no exit

I turned and hugged the shade
No point it comes inevitably
Rolling over the street
A car being pushed along

The Sound of gravel crushing under tyre
I'd like to be passed by unrecognized
But I feel observed
I attempt to cast a decoy

but I have no time or privacy
So it sees what I am and wants it
Pretending it has a destination
There's no destination just a clock

And a mouth