Tick Tock, And life goes on.

Moved a semicircle when the needle stops spinning,
The clock stops ticking but time continues moving.
Lived for a moment when my heart stops beating,
I ceased living but the world continues revolving.

Like a small lil particle in a whole solid matter,
Its presence is insignificant like ripples on water.
Like a small fry wanting to be something greater,
I guess its possible if he becomes his own master.

Master of his own thoughts to begin with,
Master of his surrounding to know its girth.
Master of his emotion to feel more mirth,
Master of his time since the day of birth.

Every clock ticks with a rhythm and rhyme,
Every second worth more than a million dime.
What's left by the flow slowly becomes mime,
What that remains is just the essence of time.

Time never stops for a person who is slacking,
Time won't bend nor wilt to do his bidding.
When would he learn to stop his snoozing?
Hopefully before time consumes him in its passing.



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