Tick.Tock. Tick. Tock.Time slips from my fingertips as the clock continues to tick away.The Sun dragged into the darkness, the night drowning out the day. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock The moon shines down and the wind begins to call out to me. Tick. Tock. The time never stops,each second filled with all of these thoughts, Of things both good and bad but regardless it drives me mad. All these spirits calling out my name,Pulling me into the ocean of their lives,Leaving me clueless to which way is up under the tide. I feel the wave of hands as they pull me deeper within myself, Begging for answers, demanding my help. But what power do I have to save those in need? If I save them, then who will save me?