Tick tock
tick tock
as I watch the hand turn around the wheel
I wonder why we rely on the small things
Why we depend on the something so innocent
if time matters
why do I feel mine is running out
just like the sun when it sets on the horizon
why fi leave this world
will no one notice
as if their time will waste away to dwell on the small things
as I walk down the road that time has made for me
why do I keep falling off the edge
slipping on rocks that aren’t there
As the life of my heart keeps pounding with each time the hand ticks
it sends shivers down my spine as if a spider crawls on my back
As we waste our time caring for each other
The clock keeps turning
As we try to stop it as stupid human beings
we just wasted away faster
If my time is running out
like sand in a time glass
Why isn’t yours
If you have time and I do not
Why am I running out
I say it as if it were an old prophecy
As you end your dear life
with time itself
Then time is running out
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