What makes me tick

More like what makes me think

About knowing the unknown

Or why girls are associated with the color pink

 

Random scenarios make me tick

Forcing me to think about what could be

Stepping out from this fake world

I can ponder upon pure reality

 

But what is reality?

A person’s altered state of mind

Or social norms that we have somehow accepted

Into controlling mankind

 

But what exactly controls mankind?

Money? Fame? Debt? Shame?

All seems to be material

And who's to blame

 

That’s the ultimate question

That makes my mind tick

Who's to blame for the tragedy of the world

Because I am not the tribute you will pick

 

But I volunteer myself as a tribute

To question the obvious and always ask why

To find the little pieces that make the big picture

And to keep ticking until my clock has died