The tick of the clock has something to say,
the whiff of the breeze can always take away,
the wet of the eyes of the morning sky,
the prints in the sand of a passerby!
The tick of the clock has the final verdict.
A shooting star can make you an addict
you may flutter and try,you may totter and cry
but soon the fire would be a fleeting lie!
The tick of the clock can never listen
lame excuses of unfinished missions
you sleep a night with a hideous dream
the next morning you could be tasting cream!
the harder you try, the harder it seems,
the cage around you is of iron beams
to run with time is the toughest job
pointing at you, says the tick of the clock!!