Time

Tick tock the clock rocks tick tock the clock
Doesn’t stop, no way to travel back but only
Retrace these steps with every move you make
There is a choice to be made not one but two with
Every situation your in there’s a right an a wrong
I do my best to pick the right choice but some times
It’s hard to think of the right path day by day I think
And I think to myself that I need to make the first
Choice the best choice, I try to go through out my day without
Any regret in my mind so that when the sun goes down
And the stares come out I can sleep peacefully when I turn
Out my night light

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