A philosophical discussion
a repeated percussion
drumming out a beat
you just can't defeat
Oh how I long
to never be wrong
to never have time
to make the world rhyme
it's 'tick' to my 'tock'
a teenagers clock
like jet back to white
our day is their night -
13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19...
...20?
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