Tock

March 12, 2014

A "Tick" to drain my life of all its got...

The salty winds of time stand still for none.

I wish there didn't have to be a "Tock".

I wish I spoke the tongue of Father Clock

So I could tell him to slow down. But, there's

A "Tick" to drain my life of all its got.

So troubled by the madness of the clock,

I wish to bend those hands to selfish will.

I wish there didn't have to be a "Tock".

Why won't that steady beat stay true or stop?

It fluctuates with spite. It's sad, I hear

A "Tick" to drain my life of all its got.

If I could only tame myself a clock,

I'd be too miserly to set it free.

I wish there didn't have to be a "Tock".

So sad, it wouldn't help if I could rule

The Father Clock, for time must yet go on.

A "Tick" to drain my life of all its got,

I wish there didn't have to be a "Tock.

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