Tick Tick Tick

Tick

Tick

Tick

I hear my wrist watch tick the seconds go by

Seconds of my life

Seconds of my life I use to make the next days better

to make the next years better

to make others better.

All the days, year, even others

come from these seconds.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Around and around the second hand goes

about my wrist watch face.

Again and again it ticks by,

slowly

haltingly.

So repetitive it is,

and yet I will never have that

repetitive second

back again.

Tick

Tick

Tick

I listen to my life slowly tick away,

by your count.

Oh the second hand of my wrist watch,

must you tick so loudly?

Must you tick so loudly

to make me know your owner more?

Your owner,

Master Time.

Do you tick so loudly

to warn me

to persuade me

to protect me

to encourage me

to know that my time with your

master

ends?

Tick

Tick

Tick

I hear the seconds,

not the minutes

not the hours

not the days

not the weeks

not the months

not the years

not the decades

but the seconds.

I hear the smallest of time.

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