Tick, Tock ....

Everything is on the edge of tomorrow
Today passes, another comes;
Yesterday is a mere figment, proven only by frail memory;
Photos and films of times lost ghosts;
Magnetic noises of distant voices, echoes of what might have been.

Everything is on the edge of tomorrow
Today passes, another comes,
Chronographic assurances ticking away,
Assured death, assured decay.
Fragile, futile, we toil, that our hopes are still years at bay.

What has time done for you?

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