The Clock

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Tick, tick, tick. The sound that I hear as every minute creeps up, every hour disappears, and everyday is gone. And I think I am gone too. Gone with hte wind. Done with fallaciousness.

I sit here and think. I think and figure, but I can't figure out what to do. I am so tired of games and tricks. But is that what it's all is? A big game? Everyone wants to win. That's what its all about?

Tick, tick, tick, but time is running out. And I'm running out too. Running out of patience for you and you...

When will the clock stop? It just keeps going and going. Round and round. Time has no end. Everlasting. From here and on and on Everlasting, everlasting...

But as time goes by, so does pain. Sooner or later it will rain. How can we grow without it? Too much and we will die. But that phase keeps on going. Life keeps going on. Time passes by...