Slave to Time

Why the heck do I have no say,
In the fact,
That there are only 24 hours in a day,
8 hours of deep sleep,
Leaves only 16 hours to live,
But at least 8 of those hours,
Always seem to be consumed by work,
Leaving me only 8 hours in the day,
To be free,
To be me,
Everyone should be able to see,
That time has made us all slaves,
And will ensure that we are forgotten,
Like the paintings in the caves,
Lord help me,
I am in need,
Of a small amount of faith,
As large as a tiny mustard seed,
So that I can hold up the sun,
And hold back the moon,
Lest I be forgotten soon.