tick tock

A world which 

Begins with the 

Click of the 

Day, with 

Every tick 

From the clock 

Going round, 

Hounding the day till 

I drag myself out,

Just for another day. 

Killing yourself 

Lingers with chance, 

My life hangs 

Not with my choice,

Or with my will. No, I

Pertain to the world, 

Quick schemes and

Rushed time-

Slow, is not an option. 

Time is a resource. 

Use it, or it will be 

Vanquished, lost, squandered.

Where is it lost?

Xenial offerings, 

You cannot waste time, or the 

Zealots will pass you.