contemplativeAnother Tick
Another tick proceeds a tock
racing round the wakeful clock
even when I choose to sleep
the circles spun round again
gears within a quaint machine
given weight by fevered dreams
desiring high majesty
from a serf’s fantasy
moving from the here to there
going somewhere inside a maze
nowhere as a destiny
the greatest fear one may face
there must be a way to dare
affirmation of consequence
to the way I spend my time
that constant shuffle of mortal coil
some impact on the world
to account the time spent
serving either holy realms
or promoting hell on earth
an account to be had
against the years or seconds held
in the hands that juggle time
another tick proceeding tock.
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