For sometimes I need to stop. . .

For sometimes I need to stop,
I couldn't stop it anyways,
It is like things flowing away,
Moving away so quickly,
Time picking up its pace,
Clock ticking away,
Ticking toking its way,
Life is so funny,
It is never acts according to our demand,
Work up its own master plan,
Adding up twists and twists,
Like making a twisting flavor of ice creams,
Sometimes good and sometimes bad,
Time would flow,
How good or bad we never know, 
It would go on and on till then,
Till the life has ended its run, 
Still even now I could stop myself now,
For hands and brain working itself right now,
For it is like this now,
Or till my life end its run. . . .