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Rai Shaw

Abstract Tragedy Others

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Rai Shaw

Abstract Tragedy Others

Tick-Tock: The Eternal Clock

Tick-Tock: The Eternal Clock

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The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Time slipping through our hands,

Unknowing of its homelands.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The keeper of time hangs over us.

Demanding that we never make a fuss.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

They say he has not a body nor name.

Not even a face of his own to claim.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

To some, he is God.

The others, flawed.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Holders of life must stay and obey.

Or else be stuck in his clock for display.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Without him, we run out of time.

He is the law, He is the crime.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

He lets us see another passing second,

Never has the clock been a concept so vacant.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Our time is his to take and give,

A dictator of when we live.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Every tick a reminder of mortality.

Every tock that of death untimely.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The Keeper flows through crowds,

As shapeless as water, as pent as clouds.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Time itself is a merciful savior.

But the clock, a merciless enslaver.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

Though he ticks on, time is frozen.

We have no say in it, He has chosen.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The Keeper, The Creator of illusion.

That clock ticks with disgrace and deception.


The clock that never stops,

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

We waltz to his beat, enslaved to his time.

Our fates sealed, a rhythm lost of rhyme.


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