Tick-tock, Tick-tock
It doesn’t stop, will never stop.
It goes like this for ages
Centuries and eras,
It’s never too eager or too proud
Never too bold or to loud.
Our bare eyes can’t see it through
We just feel it and mirrors will show,
Its signs are visible after a while
But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies.
Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about
Which we never have enough, always wanting more
Not really figuring out what for.
We try to hold onto it for longer,
But moments go by, memories linger.
It is either an enemy or a cruel friend
Which doesn’t bother near our end.
It has no limits and can’t be stopped,
By me or you, science or art.
It has its course
It needs to follow,
So we surrender in the hollow
Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock
That doesn’t stop, will never stop.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
Tick-tock, Tick-tock
It doesn’t stop, will never stop.
It goes like this for ages
Centuries and eras,
It’s never too eager or too proud
Never too bold or to loud.
Our bare eyes can’t see it through
We just feel it and mirrors will show,
Its signs are visible after a while
But you can’t blame it ’cause it flies.
Yes, it’s the precious time I’m talking about
Which we never have enough, always wanting more
Not really figuring out what for.
We try to hold onto it for longer,
But moments go by, memories linger.
It is either an enemy or a cruel friend
Which doesn’t bother near our end.
It has no limits and can’t be stopped,
By me or you, science or art.
It has its course
It needs to follow,
So we surrender in the hollow
Of the Tick-tock, Tick-tock
That doesn’t stop, will never stop.
