tick tock
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Another day
passes by
like the tickety tock of the clock
Noticed,
but ignored
Forgotten as one indevidual tick,
Remembered as a whole
Tick, tock, tickety tock.
Tick tock,
The hands spin round
We all heard the clock
but together we ignored it,
It was distant, beyond our sight
There’s still time left
Tick Tock
The clock above our old TV tormented me,
it’s red numbers screaming distress every time they blinked
Where is he?
My brain does this thing.
Its invigorating and energetic.
It lets me believe that I can do anything.
It makes me happy, yet makes me insane all at the same time.
I think.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick tock
Tick tock
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
ticky-tocky ticky-tocky ticky-tocky ticky-tocky
