bored
tic toc, goes the clock
counting the seconds with a hand
our lives it seems to mock
for it continues even after we kick the can
forever going like the sands of time
and the only way to live is to pay it no mind
cause if we keep staring well go blind
and what we could have in life will just pass us by
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i write just because i love to, so any and all critics are welcome to comment
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