Tick. Tick. Tick.

They say time is like the ocean;
You can only hold so much in your hands.
Then life must be the beach
As I sit quietly in the sand.
The clock keeps ticking
In the back of my head
To remind me of the time --
The hours I have left to dread.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Oh when will it end?
I pull the hairs on my head.
I break until I begin to bend.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Time is an endless stream,
A vicious cycle with no stop,
A reoccurring dream.
All I hear is the ticking
In the back of my head
To remind me to be careful
Of the things I have said.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Oh how time ticks me.
I want to live without limits,
Free. Free. Free.

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