Slipping and Ticking………
As time slips passed us,
And the scones tick away.
I’m wishing more and more,
For us to see the end.
The world as we know it is ticking like a bomb.
And we are slipping out of are skins,
And into are graves…
Like birds in a cage,
We sing to the sky…
As tears fall from are faces,
As we ask “why?”
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