In my head I hear the tick tock of a clock
The sound of its' ticking sounds like a knock
My head rattles with loud banging inside
I want to stay under the covers and hide
From the world outside.
Time constraints force me into a poor decision
I tried handling the matter with precision
In my mind's eye bloody tears begin to flow
The time-line is closing in; it's time to go
Into the world's show.
I play the music of the world on my drum
And put on a show even though I feel numb
What helps me deal is getting on with life
Get up, go and do, not dwelling on strife,
Into the world!
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