The Hourglass of Time


Tick tock, tick tock,
The two hands of fate move around in a circle,
As life progresses.

Tick tock, tick tock,
The metronome of life echoes,
Through the canyons of the past, present, and future,
As regular as the heart beat of humanity.

Tick tock, tick tock,
The clock is our god, our ruler, our oppressor,
An evil gift that governs our lives.

Tick tock, tick tock,
The precious moments that we live, we breathe,
Slip down through our fingers,
Pouring down between the cracks,
Taking our future with it.

Tick tock, tick tock,
The flames turn to ashes,
The day turns to night,
The youth of the next generation surpass the old,
For in the end,
Time takes us all.

Tick, tock,
Tick, tock.

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