The Second Hand
People quickly say that i am going crazy slowly
They don't even know the half of all of what they're knowing
The tocking of the clock is ticking, ticking, ticking, ticking
Every second growing louder with its repititious clicking
tock, tock, tock, tock, tock, tock, tock, tock
No more ticking ever clicking
Let me stick to what im thinking
Its been weeks from days from hours
With its bleak omniscent powers
Judging every little moment
With little or even no point
Can't i even see the latest news
Without that simple must i choose
The question that could last for eons
By gones never letting me be gone
tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick
Hovering over myself that lingers
Blame it all on my busy fingers
No more will i let it stick
tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick.
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