When The Clock Strikes
Time — a ticking bomb that will one day fall silent,
with no remorse for your unfinished business.
You can try to delay your time,
but it will only make the silence louder.
In your final hours, you may finally realize
how green the trees were, how smooth the water flowed.
Just then, you’ll long to see
your first blade of grass again.
No one knows when the clock will stop.
Most live with little regard for it.
It’s easy to underestimate time
when all you’ve ever known is life.
Inside of every person is the same fear of their faith.
As the ticking fades into silence,
you’re left staring at the faces
of those you failed—
the ones you let slip through your grasp.
Now your time is up,
and the silence drops.
This was the only life you had,
and you may have just failed to live it.
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