Tick Tock

This was inspired by a comment I made to someone yesterday, saying that it's rather interesting how we let a clock/time rule our lives and tell us what we can and cannot do.

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Life lived 'round a clock

Hands move with a click

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Like a key turning a lock

Doors open and doors close

Time comes and time goes

Like a river flowing

Never knowing

What lies ahead in the stream

Life is but a dream

An illusion of grandeur

So vast we cannot be sure

That all before us is real

That all we touch we feel

Do we ever stop and wonder

What is leading us asunder

When all goes by so quick

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Life lived 'round a clock

Circles make us sick

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Life on a humble rock

Three feet from the fire

Forward, we perspire

Backward, we freeze

Life is a breeze

When you've got water

Any hotter

And we'd all waste

With undue haste

Into a fine mist

Cease to exist

Return to the universe

For better or for worse

To become part of it's fabric
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick

 

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Life lived 'round a clock

We all reach the end of our wick

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick

Tick, tock, tick, tock

Watching like a hawk

For the moment it all stops

When your pulse drops

And reality fades dark

You truly embark

On a journey anew

Out beyond the blue

And into the black

There's no turning back

There's nothing left to say

Time flows one way

Like a river flows to sea

Though it all ends eventually

At least the journey is scenic

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear insanity,

Congratulations for your win in the contest "Time".

This is a very thought provoking poem. Yes we exist because of chance: "Forward, we perspire / Backward, we freeze". And yes, we each individually (and collectively): "Like a river flows to sea / Though it all ends eventually". That's time for you. And perhaps, as you suggest, the best we can hope for is that the ride is scenic. The whole collective of the poem summarizes the human experience. We ride through life on a "humble rock". And forward we go without recourse down the river of life, for "There's no turning back / There's nothing left to say / Time flows one way".

A wonderful write.

Best regards,

Rick

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your great winning poem.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Congratulations for winning the time contest!