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The clock ticks,
revealing the passing of time
Counting the seconds
as we waste our lives
We wait for the seconds
to finish this minute

This moment in time,
so precious, insignificant.

Tick tock
goes the second hand again
Time waits with us and ages
towards the very end
We're waiting, it seems
To complete the next minute

Tick tock says the clock
until that final moment

And then time will stop,
Leaving stories unwritten

Like living was waiting
for life to happen

To be a minute too late
before we even begin

I'd rather be wrong
I'd rather be broken.