Tic-Toc
Tic-toc goes the heartbeat of my life
I’m sittin’ still watchin’ my life pass me by
I close my eyes I don’t want to cry
But trapped like an animal
doesn’t make you feel like a man
Tic-toc my life is passin’ me by
I reach out to catch it
But it flows right through my hand
Today feels like yesterday
Ever gonna end
When will my new day begin
Tic-toc
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I love the way you use the phrase “tic-toc.” It gives the poem the feel of a clock ticking away. It made me think about time and how it gets away from people. I think that’s something everyone could relate to. I’d like to read more like this!