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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is very deep...well written...makes me think..thank you...