• The clock ticks for itself,
    A sneaking devil of our night,
    Happiness to quick and gone,
    Sorrow but an endless fight.

    You sit and stare and cry your cries,
    And who is there to hear you call,
    But a never ending mocking face,
    Round and round as we fall.

    You kiss and love and scream with joy,
    But gone it is before you know,
    With speeding wheels that guide our life,
    Our cruel manipulative foe.

    But is it really fair to hate,
    When without we could never be,
    Like time is all that holds us together,
    Staying to let us see.

    The clock ticks for all of us,
    Taking down the barrier of not,
    Pushing us ever forward,
    We should actually thank it for a lot.