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.