Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
A baby's cry
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The death of a loved one
Wife, Son, Mother
All mourn
Time runs without us
Our plans are suggestions
To him
His cares, our own
Our cares, worthless
All the time in the world
He has in his hands
Each blink of his eye
May end your life
Life is a play to him
With you as a character
Death
Is his brother
Yet as free as he is
To do as he pleases
His soul is bound to humanity
His maker
The great question
Which eludes
Us all
Is known only by Time
He knows us
Lists of our beginnings
Lists of our ends
We are a book
He's read many times
He's memorized
Ingrained into his heart
Though he knows us
He is a stranger to us
We look to the past
He hides from us
To the future
Is only uncertainty
And now leaves details
He will erase
