Michael Carlson - Tick-Tock Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
I watch as the hand on the clock
Goes round and round
Speeding up
And slowing down

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
The peopling moving in a blur
Passing around me
If it's real I'm never sure
What must this be?

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
Birthday's pass
The candles adding one by one
Adding ever so fast
Each time the clock goes round it's faster then the last

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
The leaves turn brown
The snow comes down
Then the glowers sprout
And the clock continues round

Tick-Tock Tick-Tock
When will this clock stop
And stop this sense of dread
When will my clock run dead
and stop the tick-tock.....tick-tock...
Going in my head...

Michael Carlson

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