Tick,tick,tick the clock keeps on,
all the images in my head moving in circles of their own.
Trying to synchronize all that is my life,
alarm bells keep ringing at the coming storm.

The seconds keep moving into the shadows,
crying and screaming as the darkness grows.
making a mess of my life,feeling incomplete and over,
its time I made a sense of the tick-tock.
some measure of sanity still grained in my head;
laughing and staring at the insanity I lead.
it will all soon end,all in the arms of the clock,
humming all the way round tick-tock.