Clocking In
He leaves the house, his security fades
A life left in the dust. “Goodbye” he cried
Years slipped past as he aims to have it made
Consumed by thoughts of success and pride
A slave to greed and swallowed in the midst,
The hearts of loved ones crushed beneath his goals
He climbs and climbs to the top of his list
Until mending has fixed all gaping holes
The day creeps where he approaches his death
He collapses into a lonely sea
Distraught by silent sounds of hollow breaths
Trapped in a cage with hopes to flee
“Tick” was the knock of Hell o’er his door
The gift of living overwhelmed with more
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