Tick Tock
I saw
The candle burning
Casting shadows
Over solemn faces
Tick tock
Goes the clock
People are born to die
I'm just afraid
Because I'm no longer afraid
Dreams of gold
Embossed statues
And everlasting joy
Crumbled to nothing
Look at how tired these faces are
With one dead the rest are soon to follow
Like dominoes we all begin to fall
We're just liquid
Before a colander
Faces fade in facetious fatigue
I'm out of my depth and in the wrong league
Tear down the signs and banners
And what do you have
A generational depression
Dealing with the end of all times
You saw what I saw when you saw it
Tick tock
Goes the clock
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2021
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