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Tick Freaking Tock
Silence, is loud
Heads in the cloud
Lived life to a point
Stopped to smoke a joint
Upon the grass so green
Reflections of all I have seen
Every dream
So it would seem
Vanish ,before my eye
Can't hold on no matter how I try
Or cry
Words fail
Dreams seem frail
Is love real
Must be nice to feel
Silence rings in my ears
Giving birth to new fears
Lost tears
Was it always this way
Lost in what next to say
Lost in neither the dark nor the light
Wasn't worth the fight
You know I'm right
What's the point
Pass that joint
Dreams come and go
As you well know
Broken dreams pave the way
To a new day
Yesterdays pain
What you call the stain
Life's strain
Preps you for your tomorrow
Lifts you above all sorrow
Or breaks you
This is true
Makes you dare
Or not care
That's fair
Words Fail
Go to facebook jail
Prison of the mind
Leave reality behind
All you see
Is all you be
Tick freaking tock
Beats the clock
Time passing by
Reasons I try
No tears to cry
Good bye
Copyright ©
William P. Harris
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