Tick tock, tick tock
Life rushes past as I sit and listen to the sound of the clock.
As I reach for my pen and paper
My mind and heart are overflowing with words, ideas
But as on my paper I begin to scribble
The only words that on my paper I see
Are that life is passing me by.
These words get me pondering,
What am I with my life doing?
I'm still pondering.
I once wrote that 'I am an agent of change';
What is it that I've been sent to change?
What am I doing to make these changes?
What do I need to be able to make these changes?
Whatever happens, I still maintain, I am an agent of change
and with God's help, I soon will realize my calling for change.
Tick tock, tick tock
That is the sound of the clock.
A reminder that there is no time to waste
And that my work I must do in haste.
With the time that's passed I cannot catch-up,
With regrets of what might have been I do not wanna end up,
So with my duties I must hurry-up
And that I must all do before my time is up.
Another tick, another tock,
More thoughts, more ideas, wishes and regrets.
They are clouding my judgment now,
Bombarding my heart and head,
But on paper I can't get them down.
Now what, I can't think no more.
Which way to turn to, I don't know.
All I know is I must get on,
Get on with my work right away
For who knows,
Maybe this is the last tick or tock
That with mine ears I will ever hear.
Tick tock, tick tock
That is the sound of the clock
And the wasting away of my life
If with my time I don't do my work.
Slightly, life fades away
And with my work I should not delay.
