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Ticking Madness
Each tick, each tock
Gaze fixed on the clock
Hour hand, second too
Counting away til I'm with you
Things frozen, minutes blur
Pendulum stops, life doesnt stir
Gears fade, bell is silent
No cuckoo bird, tomorrows defiance
Waiting waiting, pulse is racing
Memories still, future is waning
Ticking madness, sweats of cold
Longing kills, I grow old
Echo the clock, make it chime
Sound the minute, gears to wind
Ticking madness leaving me
Strike the hour, let me be free
~THE FLOWING PEN~
12-16-03
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