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.