The Masses, Ticking

The moment you start breathing, you start dying.

Your clock ticks and ticks

You can't rewind it though you strain;

Pray as you will for the resounding tock to not boom along with the beat of your heart

Once it's done, you're thru

Labors and reveries

Will fade as you dwindle to scarce memories

Nothing you did will mean anything to anyone

As their own ticking and fearing runs after the masses

But toil none the less

Till;
    TICK…TOCK….

        TIck…. ToCK…

            tik



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