Drip, tick, tock
Time wandered in like a weary traveler
"where has he been?" I thought
"no" he whispered "there is a question much more marvelous"
When the days are done, the songs are sung
and our nights are etched into the cosmos
Will our days be filled with a worthy cause
will those who come after follow us
Comfort kills you, my friend
It is the sweet taste of expediency
many an hour it takes for granted
piece by piece it takes potential away from me
between the sounding of each tick and each tock
there is time worth spending
a steady grasp of goals that are sought
a step-by-step to heaven asending
I will reach into hell
with steady eyes I will scale its walls
with every moment time will tell
that I got up from every fall
Before he left the weary traveler
he told me to take much stock
fill every moment with something worth your time
Each and every drip, tick, and tock
About the Creator
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Beautiful work!