Tick tock

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Everything moves to the rhythm of this clock.

A clock that we call time,

A concept of pure human design.

A concept to help us advance,

Move in directions we cannot comprehend.

Waking up with one’s heart in one’s throat.

The deadline is closer than we thought…

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Now one’s heartbeat is starting to knock

Knocking all the more rapidly,

Till one’s mind is flooded with agony.

When will you finish the assignment?

Whatever will you do after retirement?

What career will you pursue?

Did you live your life all the way through?

Did you live, is what I’m asking,

Did you move past the hour hand of tasking?

Will you tell your grandchildren stories,

Or just your accomplishment glories…

Baki Hanna X. R