Tick Tock

Sitting. Cold. Thinking in the grass...

Misery why won't you come and pass?
Sweep me like a broom brush hitting up against a rug.
Turning my eyes inside out.
Waiting patiently. Never failing, you're always faithful.

Tick Tock, time's running but I am not in charge of the clock.
Still can't see it, far off in the distance.
You steal my beating heart, the very breath of my existence.

Waiting patiently, tick tock, time's running but I am not in charge of the clock.
Sky is ablaze with wonder.
The excitement of another day, come and gone.

I am not a friend of fear but even the best things can go wrong.
The smell of autumn, the taste of tea. The crisp air kisses against me.

Your mercy and kindness pursuing, and even hunting me down.
Still cold, not numb or dead. Alive, able, capable and sound.

Waiting patiently,
Tick Tock, time's running but I am still not in charge of the clock.