Why is he so rude?

Why is he in such a bad mood?

He wakes me up from my sleep

And when I have good dreams

He even took the life of my great-grandmother by all means

Tick Tock Tick Tock

He seems to never stop

And I asked him why

But his answer was so short

And it left me with a sigh

He just simply can't

It’s all he has ever known

How can he learn to stop

When he has never even been shown

I asked, “Do you ever want to quit

Just ticking all the time?”

But he had a strange response

“No, that would be a terrible crime.”

“A Crime?” I said

And then he turned his head

The ticking stopped, as well as time

And then he quickly fled

I could only watch as he ran away

For I couldn’t move any which way

I finally understood what he was trying to say

Because everything, not just time, had stopped on that day