Tick-Tock, the clocks slows to a stop

For a moment the past comes come, time fly so fast

Seconds…Minutes…Hours…Days…Weeks…Months…Years, time has gone by so fast

You stand there without even knowing, time go’s by in a flash

One moment you alive, and next your cold as death

Time go’s by without a thought in mind, not stopping for anything

The hands move to number to number, as if saying the time is coming

For what, what are the hands of father time really saying

Should we be scared…happy…worry, what should the feeling be when clock go’s on and on

Time go’s by as we sit and wait, until we’re nothing but dust blowing in the wind

About Author