Tick, tick, tick.
The clock mercilessly never stops,
Trudging along the face of forever lost - time
Never allowing for a single, revered pause - for life
To be more than just an hourglass
Running out of sand, or a compass
With no direction that may last.
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock is running. It never stops.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock mercilessly never stops,
Trudging along the face of forever lost - time
Never allowing for a single, revered pause - for life
To be more than just an hourglass
Running out of sand, or a compass
With no direction that may last.
Tick, tick, tick.
The clock is running. It never stops.
