Days seem to chewed up and swallowed,
like the ticking of an old clock
no up or down
no right or wrong just the tick
And only the ones who take there time
to hear it knows there’s an end
but fairytales die and
dreams are never lived
well I refuse to hear the tick
the winding of gears counting down
to my undeniable end for I am
immortal forever etched in history
as the man who refuses to hear the tick