Tick tock. Tick tock. The damn thing never stops.
Creeping up, ever forward, never stopping to rest.
Wait a minute. Let me think. I need to figure it out.
But tick tock. Tick tock. You taunt me in my sleep.
Another year, another day, when everything I wanted has less time than before.
When dreams become old photographs and memories.
I want to scream. To gain control. To stop you from ruining EVERYTHING!
But tick tock. Tick tock. Your hand forever running.
I’ll show you, I tell myself. I’ll win it in the end.
I’ll suck the marrow out of life and drink the very last drop.
But tick tock. Tick tock. You’re moving while I plan.
And there I am, another grey hair, another child growing into adulthood.
Parents aging, grandparents dying. Sand slipping through my hands.
And tick tock. Tick tock. You never were my friend.
So to battle time I wage a war. I’ll move faster, notice more.
I’ll use up every day, every hour. You’ll have to kill me while I’m still alive!
And tick tock. Tick tock. You’re happy to oblige.You are never too old to set a new goal or to dream a new dream. -C.S. Lewis Click To Tweet