were like clocks

	Tick Tock, Tick Tock. i wont be another clock. leading up to the chime we stop. i wont be another chime, another scream from this clock of mine. a chime of 6 billion clocks, fading and renewing at the same time, crying out to be rewound. were all chiming till we eventually stop. the wood we rely on decomposes as we tick, it decomposes quicker if our clocks turn sick. so whats the point in following time, leading up, chime by chime. why do we chime and tick and tock, when in the end we chime to stop? but im just another clock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.