The sound that rings in my ears, voice in my mind
I think, think so deeply and left lost inside my mind
Tick tick,
Is the only real thing that is promised to us, that creeps closer to us to every day, every week, every year.
Tick tick,
It is the only thing we have, we run out of it as our dreams pass by, as our world crumbs.
Tick tick,
And so many of us lie here, ignoring the sound of the clock as it slowly counts down our demise. All different times but the ticking is still the same.
Tick tick,
And no matter how hard I try and take control oh this beautiful whispering sound. I can't grip on to it, I can't even see it flutter by my face.
Tick tick,
The more I listen, the more I think. The more I think, the more I dream but all I do is sit and dream. Dreaming of these things but that doesn't mean that these dreams will come to be.
Tick tick,
Is the clock to remind us that time is not in our hands but our dreams are. The ticking sound won't lead us there, we have to, we must.
Cause one day the ticking sound will be gone and we won't realize. We will no longer have our mind, only our soul. At that point we will move on to the next I believe. We must do what we can before there's no more ticking.
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Stoner Moments
PoetryFor my random thoughts and dreams, here they lie. Whether sober or blurry, I constantly think and I spend too much time in my own head. I overthink and over analyze. I feel alone but crowded and I think Im fucked up. I need a new outlet, something t...
