Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Reminder of the clock
That everything has its end,
Once moves the second hand.
The clock never walks,
But its soul runs, vanishes and flies
Until changes and poof unnoticed by,
The long-awaited times.
The sun may not walk away
But it goes out of sight.
To see it shine, so sweet and bright,
Go out and look before dawn goes down.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Time's consumed.
Gone is the chance.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
