A Tick of a Clock
Time is like a tree of life,
Think of it as the end that follows a knife.
At first, it’s fresh, beautiful and new,
It battles the storms and sees them through.
But time can only stretch so far,
It will hunt you down to where you are.
So why waste your life on mistakes and faults?
When you know time is a bullet that’ll bring you to a halt.
Think of the tree with a clock inside,
It’s beautiful for a while, but the age never hides.
Live your days, until that final knock,
Live until the final tick of the clock.