The ticking of life
And the journey to find
That of which is chosen
A time is born,
As I wake to that sick smell of dread,
One that supports the need of every living thing,
As we learn
We also choose,
That, which may not have been chosen,
We find that as we fail,
We find.
I have learned,
I may not be the best of the best,
But, surely, I am still a hawk,
Finding its flight.
Soaring among that cliff,
I know that when the time comes I will…
I will find what’s best for me,
I know I will.
But yet as my embers flicker,
I am still out casted as a chicken,
One flightless bird.
But I still drudge on,
Finding my way as a wayfarer,
A lonely person,
I can’t help it….
I remember when I had some ultimate destiny
One foretold,
But that is now gone,
As I look for destiny anew.
I know that as I learn, I come closer,
To what I’m unsure
Although I want to
I cannot say.
Perhaps a fate which words cannot portray,
But I will know as the time comes.
Life is but a dream,
As the nursery rhyme chimes.
I don’t know what it means
But I do know that as my peers go on
I am left.
The world with its life
It keeps ticking, tick tock, tick, tock.
I have to find my time
And choose where to tick.
But I do know it’s absolutely not now,
I do feel a ticking inside me,
Faint and low,
But as I chase it… it slips away..
I now must draw to a stop as my feelings become corrupted
Corrupted with logic and its touch of tough rock,
They cannot mix
I know…
So as time keeps ticking I must continue
But I also must cease that of the ticking.
For if I am to find that of which God has chosen,
I must cease that of which life has,
That annoying ticking,
Of time.
If time travel was possible,
Or if you could slow time’
I would
Only if it was to find what I must do
To live life to its fullest
But alas, I can’t
So I drudge on and find it alone.
As it is my journey
And my journey,
Alone.
So as I find myself in a place
A place of rock and dread
I see my life
And I hear the ticking,
I know I must choose,
Choose what I must,
To live my life,
With, or without, the help of others.
And the journey to find
That of which is chosen
A time is born,
As I wake to that sick smell of dread,
One that supports the need of every living thing,
As we learn
We also choose,
That, which may not have been chosen,
We find that as we fail,
We find.
I have learned,
I may not be the best of the best,
But, surely, I am still a hawk,
Finding its flight.
Soaring among that cliff,
I know that when the time comes I will…
I will find what’s best for me,
I know I will.
But yet as my embers flicker,
I am still out casted as a chicken,
One flightless bird.
But I still drudge on,
Finding my way as a wayfarer,
A lonely person,
I can’t help it….
I remember when I had some ultimate destiny
One foretold,
But that is now gone,
As I look for destiny anew.
I know that as I learn, I come closer,
To what I’m unsure
Although I want to
I cannot say.
Perhaps a fate which words cannot portray,
But I will know as the time comes.
Life is but a dream,
As the nursery rhyme chimes.
I don’t know what it means
But I do know that as my peers go on
I am left.
The world with its life
It keeps ticking, tick tock, tick, tock.
I have to find my time
And choose where to tick.
But I do know it’s absolutely not now,
I do feel a ticking inside me,
Faint and low,
But as I chase it… it slips away..
I now must draw to a stop as my feelings become corrupted
Corrupted with logic and its touch of tough rock,
They cannot mix
I know…
So as time keeps ticking I must continue
But I also must cease that of the ticking.
For if I am to find that of which God has chosen,
I must cease that of which life has,
That annoying ticking,
Of time.
If time travel was possible,
Or if you could slow time’
I would
Only if it was to find what I must do
To live life to its fullest
But alas, I can’t
So I drudge on and find it alone.
As it is my journey
And my journey,
Alone.
So as I find myself in a place
A place of rock and dread
I see my life
And I hear the ticking,
I know I must choose,
Choose what I must,
To live my life,
With, or without, the help of others.
