Ticktock

poetry

Ticktock goes the clock whose hands never stay still.
Ticktock goes the clock, there is not enough time to kill.
The clock that can grow wings
And snatch up time with every hour that dings.
What can you do to savour the time?
Without feeling like what you do is a crime?
“Get a job, get a house, get a wife, get a life,” you hear them say.
“These are the things you must do to fill up your days.”
“But I want to explore the world.
To soar the seas with sails unfurled.”
“Too dangerous, too risky; not smart, stupid boy.
Look at the things that can actually fill your life with joy.”

But there is something you can still hear.
“Ticktock,” it whispers in your ear.
“Be free like the birds with nowhere to go.
Scatter the Earth with the imaginative seeds that you sow.
Release yourself from societies chains
And let your dreams fuel your veins.
Ticktock,” concludes the clock.

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