Time
- Tempest Saraí Nils
- 10 hours ago
- 1 min read
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Quick Clock
Quick Clock
All I wish for is more time
I'm out here on my grind
Putting my sanity on the line
No reason nor rhyme
Why I sacrifice what's mine
A mere cog in a corrupted wheel
Nobody caring how I feel
Losing my liberty to express my zeal
For life, love, and art of being real
Want to lead my life on a even keel
Yet I waste away
Waste away
Trying to keep the pain at bay
Yet it ebbs & flows freely
With the moon's call to the tide
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Quick Clock
Quick Clock
The hands of time seem to spin
Out of control like on a mere whim
Most days I can't recall what day I'm in
My opportunities getting thin
The light of my potential growing dim
Where do I begin to make a change?
Before my sacrifices make me deranged
A wasted life must be rearranged
And nursed back to a healthy range
And anesthetize these painful pangs
Yet I waste away
Waste away
Trying to keep the rain at bay
Yet it ebbs & flows freely
With the moon's call to the tides
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Quick Clock
Quick Clock
When will time ever stop?



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