Tick tock on the clockHow I kept that person under lock?The one that was happy, the one that was saneNow a sheep under the claimOf the ass hatThat annoying twatTick tock on the clockWho have I become?Where is my body, where is my voice?Where are my opinions, where are my choices? I am tired of this slaveryOf being the copy of a person who is not meOut of this cage I will be freeAnd become the person I wish to beTick tock on the clockWill I die a happy manAnd follow my heart’s planTo be the peacock I was meant to beNot to imitate others like the crow who used to be meI have finally had enoughTick tock on the clockNo more actingNo more copyingFor I am the real meAnd everyone is secondary