The clock ticks
on creating a past,
why oh why does
it have to be so fast.
The seconds turn to minutes,
minutes turning to hours.
Our lives pass us by
as it slowly devours.
"Tick tock" the clock never stops,
don't sit by and let
your life turn to rot.
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