Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.


Somewhere a clock is ticking.

Ticking the seconds away,
and the minutes and the days.

Who knows?
maybe even the years.


Tick-tock, it goes.

Tick-tock.
Tick-tock.

Time runs like water, slipping through your fingers even if you try your best to hold it in your hands.
It runs like perfect machinery – never pausing.
Never stopping.

Time runs like the sand in an hourglass, and
time runs like my thoughts.
It races.

Tick-tock.

Time is repetitive to some, but the truth is time is ever-changing.

Tick-tock.



Tick-tock.

Time will pass you by like a skipped beat in a song.
It will go by unnoticed until the very end.
Then end - when you realize something was missing from the start.


Tick-tock.

You only have so much, so spend it wisely said a father to a child
Going to the market with a bronze coin, nothing more.

You only have so much, so spend it wisely, I say
Time is worth the most of all


Tick-tock.