Time
What makes me tick is time tick tocking away
Oppertunities passing me by everyday.
Parents becoming stricter by the hour
hope slowly dying like a flower.
Jobs being filled by the minute
my patience has a limit.
People dying every second
babies being born unexpected.
So what makes me tick is time tick tocking away
while oppertunities pass me by everyday.
Every hour, minute, second can't slow them down
what get's me thinking is my time which is now!
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