Tick tock, he said, tick tock
There’s a man behind me with the face of a clock
Vigil he stands and beyond towers
Immobile, as he marks the hours
I observe as his hands writhe about
As he says, my dear, time’s running out
But it’s not, I say, how can it be
When all there is
is you and me
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
Tick tock, he said, tick tock
There’s a man behind me with the face of a clock
Vigil he stands and beyond towers
Immobile, as he marks the hours
I observe as his hands writhe about
As he says, my dear, time’s running out
But it’s not, I say, how can it be
When all there is
is you and me
