Tick tock the stop watch goes round without a sound counting the minutes and seconds that surround us We live our lives quietly turning hours into making while our dreams wait, whether realized or not they stay within the realm of our life's lifetime, tick tock... There are years of building up there are years of paring down,. There are years of joyful giving, then there are years , we don't count as living. Some of us hold on to the golden ring until the end and some of us give up long before the diner bell Some of us rehash the same old things and habits some of us make changes that will last a lifetime Tick tock, the stop watch has a mind of its own . Sometimes we live as two, and other times alone, We cannot measure the quality of a lifetime by just one hour. It has to be measured in the end of ones lifetime. Either way it will always arrive on time, according to our internal clocks. Tick tock...