Tick tock, Tick tock. I wake up to the clock. It tells me that I must get going, or the world might start to worry. Tick tock, Tick tock. I stare into the work clock. It tells me I must stay, in the world that has to pay. Tick tock, Tick tock. The clock moves swiftly in the dark. It gives me a piece of time, to cease and find peace. Tick tock, Tick tock! The clock starts to mock. It tells me when to embark, to only have me halt. Tick tock, TICK TOCK. The clock just never stops.
Poetry
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Clocks are so demanding. I really like how you captured how much power time can have.
Time is fleeting. It’s up to us to make the best of it or else time will go faster than we want. Tick tock, make sure the clock doesn’t beat you in life. I like this poem.