Tick, Tick
Another movement, another minute Another hour, does this tick win yet?
Keep holding off the moment As if a day of glory will come
When fate shines down atonement
And then you will be optimum
Hypocrite thy name is human
We're in the same boat of lies
With humdrum holds and fickle crewman
We sail stubbornly sans surprise
Heave Ho! Heavy against the change we woe
Don't mind the wake, it won't touch our fate
Stroke! Row! Despite the winds blow
Let's take stake that chaos hold its state
You want life's meaning? Moving and reproduction
You want a sign? Let it be me
Want a purpose? Learn how you best function
What's the point? You'll just have to see
Copyright © Chance Gallaher | Year Posted 2010
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