Tick, tock
check the clock
Time ticks away
An hour, a day,
a week, a month,
a year, a decade.
Tick, tock
let's check the clock
How much time do you think you have,
until you die?
A really long time?
That's what we'll all say,
but we can't all be right.
Tick, tock
your life's a clock
A death date is certain,
and it grows closer each day
Yet every day it's still “far away”
Every day we waste life away
We lounge around,
doing nothing, squandering our time,
to live.
Every day, we'll push the thought away.
Tick, tock,
tick, tock.
What if I told you you'd die tomorrow?
That this was your last day?
That you would cease to exist?
That your life would completely deteriorate?
Yes, you.
Dead.
Of course, you think, “No way, not me.”
“I've still got years!”
But do you?
Really?
Someone has to die tomorrow.
How do you know,
it won't be you?
Tick, tock,
your life's a clock.
One unseen,
hidden from you.
But ignorance is bliss, right?
Sure.
Until your clock stops.
Tick, tock,
if you could check the clock,
would you?