Time.

September 10, 2010
By AppleJack BRONZE, Atlanta, Georgia
AppleJack BRONZE, Atlanta, Georgia
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Time is of the essence,
It's slipping from our hands,
As our world progresses,
In the turning of the sands.

Tick, Tick
Tock, Tock

Is it really there?
Or is it in our minds?
This ticking, this turning,
This changing of the times.

Tick, Tick
Tock, Tock

The sweet serenade of ticks,
The slow beating of tocks,
Time goes on forever,
At least until it stops.

Tick, Tick,
Tock


The author's comments:
*shrug* I inspire myself by being a dreamer.

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