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by Scott Cole Aug 17, 2015 category : Life, society / about society
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.