Tick.
Tick.
Tick.

Watch now, as the pendulum swings,
Time flies by;
A bird on the wing.

Drip.
Drip.
Drip.

Watch now the grains of sand,
life slips away,
between Fate’s hands.

To each a time,
to each a place,
to each a purpose in this race.

Take her hands now,
Don’t be scared,
‘Your destiny,’ she whispers,
‘has been declared.’

‘Your destiny, it is…’

Tick.
Tick.
Ti-

‘to die.’

Sunday 27th March 2005, 2317

☮&♥