The tick

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