Tic Toc.

The Clock,

it mocks.

Tic Toc.

I feel

my body,

it rocks.

Tic Toc.

The Clock,

it mocks.

Tic Toc.

Back forth and side.

Time is endless for a Clock,

All time it has and with it, it mocks,

Back and forth my body rocks, swaying.

It goes swaying with the pendulum, while

Nothing matters, a body cannot go living while

The rest of the immortal soul has already 

Died, since the first and next and ever

Haunting melody of the Clock.

An elegy for me.

Tic Toc.