Life is a race against the clock but the clock always wins.
In that way, I feel Life and I are twins.
I'll try but always lose.
Because of this, I've got the blues.
It's a constant battle between me and the clock.
For me, I'm also like a lock.
Close yourself off, only let people with the key in.
Only they can make me grin.
Tick tock.
Goes the clock.
Ticking away the time people are allowed to open the lock.
At the end of that, it's too late, you're out of luck.
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Introspection
Poésienoun in.tro.spec.tion \ˌin-trə-ˈspek-shən\ : the process of examining your own thoughts or feelings I'm just gonna dump thoughts here. Probably sad. Maybe not.
