WAKE UP BEFORE THE CLICK
There is no time, yet a clock ticks;
Break the rhythm—that's the trick.
See the poetic truth: tomorrow never comes,
Don't starve your soul while you settle for crumbs.
We chase the status, the money, the fame,
While true connection is brushed off as lame.
Look up, dear souls, from your glass-walled bowl,
Before the silence takes its final toll.
There is no time, yet a clock ticks;
While we chase the future, our own coffin clicks.
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