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Ticktock


I remember when I was a child

And everything was clear

Where the world did not suffer of fear

And everyone was mild 

 

Ticktock ticktock

 

However, I’m older now

And fear the opinions of those around,

Afraid to be put in the ground

Used and abused like a milk cow

 

Ticktock ticktock

 

Life seems like a mystery

But do we think about its cousin death?

Or taking our last breath?

Or the mourning of a family in misery?

 

Ticktock ticktock

 

Do we live in fear of dying?

Every moment ticking our life clock

Being overworked like livestock

It’s all so dissatisfying

 

Ticktock ticktock

 

I’m learning to live everyday

As death slowly creeps on me

But I will overcome

Become less fearsome 

And the outcome?

 

Ticktock ticktock

 

I will stray away

From the fear of death

Take another breath

Listening to my own life clock

 

Ticktock ticktock

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