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.

You played doctor when I needed you
         Then passed as I held on
  You left abruptly at the crack of a smile
         And always hung above, loose yet binding, in a moment of grief
            You take life away with each successive sunset
      And you've always been before we ever gave you a name.

*My greatest enemy, my only friend.

Each flake that falls upon the ground
Carries a sort of air
It falls from heaven, and dances around
It lands upon my hair

Covered now,  in fairy dust
I must sing a new song
Not one of love or lust
But I want you to play along

When the snow has stop falling
I step back inside
I hear the trumpet calling
And know I must abide

I do as it commands
Like the voices in my head.
She knows I’ll understand
She knows I’m hanging by a thread

My body feels numb
But not from the cold
That feeling had never come.
This is a feeling I’d often hold

Each second on the clock seems to take longer
I know my time is coming
I hear it getting stronger,
The sound of distant drumming

The frail hand that keeps my time
Is coming to a close
For I start to hear the chime
An end to all my happiness, but also my sorrow and woes.

Tick,
Tock,
Goes the clock
As it counts the moments we're apart.
Tick,
Tock,
Passing every second of our lives
And watching the changes.
Clocks see it all.
Tick,
I've got a chance.
Tock,
It'll never happen.
Tick,
It could be me.
Tock,
But it's not.
Tick,
I hug him.
Tock,
He lets go.
Tick,
He makes me smile.
Tock,
He makes me cry.
Tick,
Tock.
He's here,
He's gone.
Tick, tock,
I love him still.
Every beat of my heart
And every second of the clock.
Measuring time in love,
And the clock ticks on.

Tick, tock
We count the seconds, minutes,
          hours, days,
                    years, decades
          of our lives.
Why?
Time is a man-made construct.
We're taught to define our lives by it,
          confine our very selves by it
          from the time of our birth,
          counting down until our death.
One, two, three, four.
Stop the counting.
Do what you have to, but then...
As far as I'm concerned
time should not be a rule,
          but merely a suggestion.