As the hour clock ticks away,
I beseech every moment to stay,
For this place, i will relish no more.
Time runs slow and steady, yet so fast,
Challenges my vigor for a moment, as I brood over my past.
I relinquish this place with tears to move on with the ticks,
For my blood will embosom me no more.
Life's but a walking shadow in light and dark in the dark,
That has no recourse but to act with the beat.
I sit here on this rocking chair speculating,
For the clock has called the hour and my voice will be heard no more.
I beseech every moment to stay,
For this place, i will relish no more.
Time runs slow and steady, yet so fast,
Challenges my vigor for a moment, as I brood over my past.
I relinquish this place with tears to move on with the ticks,
For my blood will embosom me no more.
Life's but a walking shadow in light and dark in the dark,
That has no recourse but to act with the beat.
I sit here on this rocking chair speculating,
For the clock has called the hour and my voice will be heard no more.
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