tick.
tock.
tick.
tock.
damn this clock of mine
you've stolen my soul away
with each passing second it chimes,
another instant of my life has gone astray
'all you have is time'
who's the idiot who had that to say?
'all I lose is time'
would make better sense any day
no matter how much of it I accumulate
the very next day it's nowhere to be found
this constant rhythm against my eardrum
worries me, consumes me, like a countdown
is it warning me of the end of my days?
encouraging me to make the best of them?
either way I'm starting to go insane
and this clock is no longer my friend
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