tick-tock ticks
the sound of time
detached and pompous,
swaggers the rhyme
that looms every moment
for the mind, awake
and ceases to exist
for the mind that's baked

slow at times and at times fast
dexterous time
could also stand still
for days on end
like a deceitful ****
tick-tock ticks
the sound of time

that which all need
and some earn with greed
to think you have enough is a blunder
and control it, none shall ever
tick-tock ticks
the sound of time

the dark black fades away
as the morning sun paves the way
for shades of gradual bright
beyond my eyelids
that try and shield my dream
from shattering into nothingness
tick-tock ticks
the faint sound I hear
snooze button clicks
and of time, become a forgetful fear.