Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Tic Toc

Tic toc goes the clock
on the wall inside my hand
close to where I stand
I can see the marching band.

Tic toc goes the clock
will I stay
Or will I go?
I hear the sounds echo, no, oh no!

Tic toc goes the clock
Its hard to spell my name
To bow my head divine
or pray for wasters fame?

Tic toc goes the clock
who knows when it will stop.
for me to stay at home
or remain outside alone.

Tic toc goes the clock
so what if I stayed at home
Maybe I wouldn't feel the rain
pouring and dripping in vain

Tic toc goes the clock
time is almost up
Rain or shine
I wont be left behind.

Tic toc goes the clock
on the wall inside my hand
I roll the dice...
will I move or
will I stand?

For In the end we both played
a selfish little game.
Whats my name?Whats my name?
Tic toc, tic toc... here it goes the same.

Mythical_Poet
Copyright
(Long Time Coming -2011)

1 comment:

  1. Im proud of this one. It surprised me how it turned out. So real.

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