My mind, tick tick tock
On the clock
Wasting time through minutes
After minutes becoming hours
We devour the empty hope
Where we thrive in uncertainty
Perfectly, waiting for change
To rearrange
The hope that we had had
Once inspired, it fired
The soul that lay within
To grin, smile, for a little while
Without denial
Allowing ourselves to be free
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
My mind, tick tick tock
On the clock
Wasting time through minutes
After minutes becoming hours
We devour the empty hope
Where we thrive in uncertainty
Perfectly, waiting for change
To rearrange
The hope that we had had
Once inspired, it fired
The soul that lay within
To grin, smile, for a little while
Without denial
Allowing ourselves to be free
