Tick tock, the clock runs wild,
It’s hands unyielding, never mild.
Moments slip through cracks unseen,
Life’s tapestry, stitched between.

Tick Tock, the echoes play,
Stealing time, night and day.
Fleeting whispers, transient glances,
Dreams built upon fragile chances.

Tick tock, a heartbeat fades,
Golden hues to twilight shades.
Hold on tight, from then to here,
For time’s a thief, both cruel and clear.

Tick Tock, the story spins,
Losing, gaining, till it ends.
Yet in its rhythm chaos stirs,
Tick Tock: time is yours.