Tick tock, tick tock

The clock on the wall echoes through the silence

Counting down the seconds, minutes, hours

That maddening chime making me clearly aware

Of how time will always push forward

Tick tock, tick tock

That sound beating away at my eardrums

Screaming that I am running out of time

Leaving me with an anxiety all consuming

While trying to create and meet deadlines

Tick tock, tick tock

What a horrid sound a clock makes

Informing you of how quickly time passes

Every tick screaming out for me to hurry

And every tock making it harder to do so

Tick tock, tick tock

I think now is time to break this clock

Trapping me with its dreadful timbre

Preventing me from making any progress

As I continue to stare at this blank page

Tick tock…

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