No Time To Worry:

by Scott Cole   Aug 17, 2015


Tic toc; tickety toc
Goes the hands of time,
One in front of the other
The way it was designed.

They make their round trip
Ever hour upon the hour,
With the chiming of the bell
From atop the big bell tower.

All eyes are fixed upon them
From morning until night,
For eyes are in their trance
When their in our line of sight.

We plan our plans around it
Yes the ticking of the clock,
And we stare uncontrollably
As if we think it's gonna stop.

We're consumed with its beauty
So it's impossible to turn away,
But yet all over this big World
Her vision is never the same.

And life would be so hurried
If nobody didn't know the time,
Still would everything work out
Or would we all just lose our mind.

For there's only so many hours
That's in a day and on a clock,
And if time was to suddenly freeze
Would our daily routines then stop.

Just forget about what time it is
And enjoy all you've been given,
For time is just another number
That can surely cloud your vision.

Tic toc; tickety toc
Goes the tiny hands of time,
If they both came to a stop
The World would still survive.

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