Time

Tick tock Tick tock

predestination is a clock

and our time slowly ticks away

backward into thought

Ever nearing toward deception

hoping for a quick redemption

the anchor's pulled the ship has sailed

the line is cast and you're unable

Is it so hard to believe

that time is just a thing that weaves

and takes us deep into it's light

to spit us out, to make us leave

And you who thought you were so clever

believed that life would last forever

It must have appeared to be

a flame to burn on endlessly

for how shocked you were to find

that fate cares not for dollars and dimes

it simply scratches off your life

one simple, scared line at a time

Tick tock Tick tock

predestination is a clock

and our time slowly ticks away

backward into thought.