blooms

Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
my to-do list gets shorter
while irrelevant numbers fly by
on the clock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
My dull life is a cycle to mock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
When I start thinking too much
about my real condition
I go into shock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
I can't break through
the hefty mental block.
Tick tock, tick tock.
I won't let anyone break my lock.
Tick tock, tick tock.
Get your head out of your ass
before your good as dead father
uses his finger to give the
back of your head a hearty knock.
Tick tock, tick tock,
goes the clock.

The clock counts the seconds
up and down.
I always look at the clock
with a frown.
For reasons that my mind
made sure to drown.
I'm beyond tired of living in this town.
I'll never be able to fit in the perfect princess gown.
All their words still wear on me with the long gone renown of my broken crown.

Tick tock, tick tock,

the hands cycle around the face.

It's a never ending chase.

I can't keep up the pace.

Tick tock, tick tock, time doesn't give any grace.

Plans and minor inconveniences cause my hours to displace.

At the end of the day all I wish to do is get some space.

I try my best to get my negative memories to erase for me to replace.

I yearn to replace them with flowers in a pretty vase or a warm embrace.

Tick tock, tick tock,

the clock continues forever to go around.

The construct of time keeps me feeling bound.

More cycles around the clock build up the task mound.

I try to go faster but I keep tripping on the ground.

If I can't run, I jump, I fly, I try to rebound.

I fall down harder with a hearty pound.

I try to scream for help but hear no sound.

I will never be renowned.

All I'll be seen as is tightly wound.

Someday, somehow I will truly rebound.