Tick Tick

Tick Tock Tick Tock Shall the wind blow on tomorrow's eve, A lethargy you are not to impede. We hold it dear; yes, so dear. Two deer? Why think of deer; No, no dear. Tick Tock Tick Tock Do we run the track? The track outruns us; Yes Our hands are tied, Freeing has been tried. Tick Tock Tick Tock Twelve hens speak devil's tongue Eleven are dead having been flung Tick Tock It strikes as every minute wastes away We pray; We pray Ten times tomorrow and today Tick Tock Tick Tock A creature’s box Nine times both dead and alive Eight through four spent in misery Most are the same Tick Tock Tick Tock Hours spent for what? Three meaningless rhythms. Tick Tock Perhaps it’s time. Tick; a click Tock; a clock