Tick Tock

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Seconds tick, tick, tick away into minutes and minutes tock, tock, tock into hours. Its an unending cycle second upon second, minute upon minute, hour upon hour, day upon day, week upon week, month upon month, year upon year, decade upon decade. It doesn't stop, it won't stop the torturous cycle of ticking and tocking until... One day.... Everything stops. What is time? What is matter? What is a human souls in this endless space? What is a planet compared to this continuum called space? But a speck of dust, yet to a human soul it is everything, it is life itself. How can this be!? How can everything wrap up with irony and so many questions left unanswered? For the whys of life never get answered, they happen. They happen.... But they don't pass they stay a life time... Till a human brain can to the beat of its ability fully understand but still not understand. Because we truly never understand. Understanding is a hallucination made by man to make them feel more sane.... In reality it will drive a man mad. For knowledge is great but to much will poison the brain. As humans continue to live this ironic meaningless life the clock still moves unphased by the crisis in the brains that made it. A clock only knows two things and yet humans "the know all species" still depend on something taut only knows two things, "tick" and "tock." The clock forever more moves on ticking and tocking. What is its secret? By God! How does it remain constant never changing its way? Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.... But then it stops..... Everything..... Ticking the tocking.... Any sound... Any light.... Any darkness.... Any pain.... Any feeling..... Everything! Just gone, only a hallow she'll left to waste more useless than ever.... The ticking eventually starts again and so does another life, with the same fate.... Over and over and over a timeless cycle of time itself. Ironic and merciless... Forever ticking, ticking, ticking, tocking, tocking, tocking, then stopping just to start to tock again. Tick, tock, tick, tock, stop, tick, tock, tick, tock, stop.......

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