I cannot stop it
by holding my breath
or gripping the desk
or shooing away death.
Time, it ticks, it tocks.
As fast as the present
becomes the past,
the near future
approaches fast.
Time, it ticks, it tocks.
As you read this,
it is live
but in a blink,
it's archive.
Time, it ticks, it tocks.
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