Tick tock. Tick tock.

Time doesn’t stop.

Is this a game, a mock?

It goes on till we drop.

 

It is too fast,

Present becomes past.

Moments don’t last.

Memories are vast.

 

It ignores us.

Unconcerned. Indifferent.

Walks upon us.

Without consent.

 

When we want it to halt.

It’ll keep running.

When we have a fault.

There will be no turning.

 

Tick tock. Tick tock.

It’s too loud in my ears

Seconds constantly knock

Future alarms my fears.

 

I don’t want to think

I want to go back

Every moment, every blink

Takes me to my…

Black.

 

I can’t see anymore.

Memories have gone.

Faded to the core

Now lying forlorn.

 

I feared this the most

Time indeed is a mock.

Past is a ghost.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

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