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Dearest Teller of Time, Why do I continue to carry you throughout the day? You do not forget, You do not forgive-- never pausing for me...constantly impatient.
The air I breathe, The things I see, They make me tick. The scents I smmell, The places I go, They make me tock. Tick tock goes the clock, As the time of life passes.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock As I press the needle into the skin, I am reminded of what could have been. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
Tick Tock, Years fly by. Hands upon the clock, Tend to sigh.
It's hard to enjoy the moment when The future is as close as an arms length
I fight with my clockit’s faceplate staring right passed my pupils phasing through defense mechanisms resembling the thick walls of area 51my mind is the U.S. government and what I see as my mind is the U.S. population