Tick

Tick

Tick

The clock keeps ticking on.

First a second, then an hour.

Then a year, then a decade.

Tick

Tick

Tick

The sun had always shone for me,

but now I stand only in the dusk.

The clock keeps ticking on.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Two decades dead and gone,

How many more have yet to come?

The clock keeps ticking on.

It's the continuous silent yet pressing "tick-tock"
In my head heard though I own no clock
It's opening eyes every morning to familiar pain
And constant weight of loneliness driving me insane

The hands of time
took care
from one minute to the next
till they left it in an hour
and moved on without it.

Time, then, broke.