The clock ticks
In every second makes a sound
I wonder that
It is to run or to stop
To compete with life
At the station
Time ticks
Many directions which connect with another
To where I know
Why I don't
Get down
Get in
And change
No one wants to stop
Until reaching the home
Where and what is it
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