Without notice

The world is turning around
The time is passing by
And the movements seem unclear
In a world of action and pressure

When the only constant movement
Is the clock that ticks for every hour
When the days pass by
Every day the same, but so different
Every hour planed in advance
Every movement noted

Just the clock is ticking
Without notice
Every day, hour by hour
Because the world will be turning around
So constantly , while the time is passing by
Till the end of time
When there’s just the clock ticking
Without notice, but so constantly

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