TICKING AWAY
#ClockContemplations
Tick tock,
time wears down existence,
Bit by bit,
into fragments of memory.
Make hay while the sun shines bright,
For soon it sets, and all...
Tick tock,
time wears down existence,
Bit by bit,
into fragments of memory.
Make hay while the sun shines bright,
For soon it sets, and all...