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Tick, Tick.

Tick, tick, tick the clock is ticking,

While you sip that coffee, the time is slipping.

Make a change, your mind is thinking.

Silence in your brains, now exploding.

Eyes hurt, and the body shivers,

A tear in your eyes, and you quiver

what to do, you can't decide,

Fool yourself, with the indecisiveness,

Stop yourself because of the fear,

They say, the future so bright

How would it be, if you don't decide?

The breath so heavy, it burns your skin,

The scream so loud, it broke your soul,

Give it up, give it up up up,

Or just ignore slurp, slurp, slurp

Make a change or let time slip,

because Tick tick tick, the clock is ticking.

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  1. Anonymous29 January 2018 at 12:46

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  2. turbowars29 January 2018 at 12:51

    That's a good one, time makes innocent run.
    world is made of duality, to bring forth the congeniality.
    why do humans worry? we are in no hurry.
    we live on the 3rd rock from the sun,
    where we are meant to have fun! :)

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  3. Unknown25 December 2018 at 23:18

    Stumbled upon this through Twitter. I must say, this so resonates with the way I feel sometimes. Indeed well written.

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