Tick tock
Beneath the still clock that doesn’t wait
I have words and rhymes that turn up too late
Tick tock
My mind is blocked as pollution hits my brain
A vigorous voice in the backdropp shouts my name
Tick tock
The flow is gone
The sun has shone
I missed it while stood in the pouring rain
Tick tock
Stop the clock
Bring back my flow again
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