The Sound of the Clock
Tic Toc Tic Toc
The clock goes on
Like a sirens song
Calling me into a long sleep
The clock goes on
Until you hear twelve gongs
In this game of time it plays for keeps
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Around and Around this clock with its sound
Like the crier of the town
Trying to tell the news
But nothing’s done, is what we’ve found
Whether it’s humans or hounds
And now it’s time for a snooze
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Am I like the clock, in the endless loop?
Monotonously working until my eyes droop
Waiting for the time when I finally count sheep?
A baller always sitting, never getting the hoop
just following orders like a troop
Or am I a leader, one a little neater, like little bo beep?
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Time goes on
It’s time to move on
But nothing ever got done
The sun moves on
Nearing the dawn
Now it’s time for fun
Tic Toc Tic Toc
Now that it’s night
It’s time to take flight
Leaving my other life behind
Of that plight
I’m starting to lose sight
And happiness is what I find
Tic Tic Toc Tic Tic Toc
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