Time

Tick tock tick tock

Seconds

Minutes

Hours

Days

Weeks

Fading away

Tick tock tick tock

An imprisonment to life

It isn’t made for me nor you

But for power

Corruption

Wealth

stuck in a world

Where the norm is 9-5

The clocks ticking

A cycle of repetition

A queue to die

Tick tock tick tock

Just a number

Breathing

Just to breath

Living

Just to live

Holding the cell walls

Of a jail inside your own soul

Your own home

Your own cycle

Of a failing society

Of blank faces

Who also share but of their own

Imprisoned structure

Of no escape

Stuck in their own time stamp

Obeying the life laid out

Free

what is free

When your wrapped inside the devil

Tick tock Tick tock

As the seconds

Minutes

Hours

Days

Weeks

Go by

And our lives just drain

Till the battery stops

Tick tock

Gone