Tick-Tock

Tick.

Time passes along our far-ending journey.

Tock.

Most of us don't expect to end up on a gurney.

Tick.

Without ambition, there could never be a goal.

Tock.

Life would turn out to be a lull.

Tick.

What do you think about?

Tock. 

If you are a fishermen, probably trout.

Tick.

If you're me, then it is music.

Tock. 

After all, it supports me mentally more than a Buick. 

Tick.

Tock. 

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