Tic and Tock
We live from tic to tock throughout our lives
That clock that tics and tocks… we forget not
But live by micro tics that stop
For no one…. No, not even one
Its not a respecter of persons, but dishes out.
The same for all, except for those, whose flight is fast.
And miss out on little things, that always stay under the sun
They beg that tic and tock to stop, so they could just have
A little time, to stop and breath
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