Tick Tock? Poem by Rory slevin

Tick Tock, Tick Tock you hear that
Do you fear that?
Is it a Tick is it a tock
The average day of the dying clock

Time passes by
Wearing down the rock upon the white gown
Setting free the feelings of the ball and chain
Cause forever is past the point
Don’t miss the point

Tick Tock, Tick Tock you hear that
Do you fear that?
The constant rhythm of the dying clock

Up on the plinth you own all
But the stars own you
The night is coming for the blind
The darkness and the light will join as one to give to them the greatest insight