Sep 19, 2009 19:52
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Tick-tock, tick-tock
The threads of my soul
are tied to the clock.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days
Flittering, spinning, ticking away
Like sands that flow through the hourglass
recording the grains of my life;
the experience of my years amass,
The physicality of joy and strife.
Days, weeks, months, years
Fading with a turn of the gears
Tick-tock, tick-tock
The threads of my soul
are tied to the clock
time of your life,
fixed,
poetry,
original