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
☮&♥
