Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A FOE IN DISGUISE

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Day.
How much more is left?
Non-stop. Never-ending. Infinite.

It keeps on ticking.
Telling you to go on. Go on.
When you’re so full of it,
It keeps on ticking.

You were born, you were a baby.
You are what you are now,
You will grow old.
Yet it keeps on ticking.

You wake up early,
So you won’t be late.
But you’re stuck in traffic.
And it keeps on ticking.

You laugh, you cry.
You made a mistake.
You want to turn back,
But it keeps on ticking.

You write a poem.
You made history.
You will be forgotten.
Because it keeps on ticking.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. Days.
How much more is left,
When time is our enemy?


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