Tic Tok Poem by kennedy musyoka

I watch the clock face,
tik tok is the sound it makes,
Age,
time on its face is rests,
A second gone a second lost the arm slows clicks as the past is formed,
The future is a number ahead of the hand of the face,
Tik tok all i hear as the future
comes near,
Three arms,
three entities reveal
what is bond to come a head,
Three arms represent what
happened in the past,
Dark and light displayed on the
sways,
Tik tok is the voice i hear from its face,
The records we break all depend on its play,
The second arm makes champions the
others combined determine fate,
Decisions we make appointment depend,
tik tok is all we hear from this
master of
fate...