Tick tock... the hymn of the constant motion
Does not flip flop, moves like a pendulum with devotion
Hit or not, waits for no soul not especially ones with no notion,
Sing a song, that none has favours nor a portion
Right or wrong, its impartial-no jury will overrule it in a motion
Believe it or not, this year will never be like the next cause they come in isolation,
Rip and sow, be wise and make the prompt decision
Be livid and strong, to engulf the jaws of procrastination,
Make it sweet and short, the deity calling anytime is never an illusion,
Living is not for long, because time flies in rapid succession