These days are like a clock
They tick and they tock and
The ticking never seems to cease
A day will darken
A night will end
There’s always some sort of limit
A song around a fire
Or a laugh that hurts
In all the right places
Time tears it down
Time takes away a friendship
That grew so fast
Gone
Gone across a county
And into the woods
Faster than it was created
It wastes years away
And it’s all realized
When the air is warm
For the final time
And that new clock is ticking
For him to create a new path
I’m always chasing it
I’m so close
My fingertips are just barely reaching
A desperate reach
But no one
Will ever have the strength to stop it
Just one of the innumerable things
Here that is unattainable
But really, what is happy?
It seems to sit in a room
Amongst four friends
Then it abrubtly decides to slip out
Like a polite visitor
Staying only for a bit
A sign
It’s told us to stop
This clock has malicious intentions
It seems
It even drives happy away
It yells at the actor
Saying his final line
It screams at the singer
Grasping the neck of her guitar
Taking a heartfelt bow
It rushes a moment
But maybe rushing a moment
Isn’t all that bad
Perhaps it’s in the moments
You want to last forever
Time cuts them off
To frame them
And hang them on the wall
To show you how sweet
It actually was
How sweet it is here now
Sep 4, 2011
Sep 4, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
These days are like a clock
They tick and they tock and
The ticking never seems to cease
A day will darken
A night will end
There’s always some sort of limit
A song around a fire
Or a laugh that hurts
In all the right places
Time tears it down
Time takes away a friendship
That grew so fast
Gone
Gone across a county
And into the woods
Faster than it was created
It wastes years away
And it’s all realized
When the air is warm
For the final time
And that new clock is ticking
For him to create a new path
I’m always chasing it
I’m so close
My fingertips are just barely reaching
A desperate reach
But no one
Will ever have the strength to stop it
Just one of the innumerable things
Here that is unattainable
But really, what is happy?
It seems to sit in a room
Amongst four friends
Then it abrubtly decides to slip out
Like a polite visitor
Staying only for a bit
A sign
It’s told us to stop
This clock has malicious intentions
It seems
It even drives happy away
It yells at the actor
Saying his final line
It screams at the singer
Grasping the neck of her guitar
Taking a heartfelt bow
It rushes a moment
But maybe rushing a moment
Isn’t all that bad
Perhaps it’s in the moments
You want to last forever
Time cuts them off
To frame them
And hang them on the wall
To show you how sweet
It actually was
How sweet it is here now
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