Begun to be gone

From the beginning,
From the start
Of time being
Entwined with art.

I'm running, running out of time,
Time is running, running out of me,
As if it was slight sand through an hour
glass, oh time
Running out of my slight fingers, oh me.

To begin to be gone,
Too late but not to date;
Two bullets in a gun,
Have to be gone, mate.