You're growing like a tree, stop.
Life is speeding by me, stop.
I'm thinking I'm right here
But I'm really then or there, stop.
Tick-tock...
I wish I could slow down time, stop.
Desperately searching the next rhyme, stop.
The seasons are flying by
Quickly, without reason or why, stop.
Tick-tock...
Waking up and I'm ancient, stop.
Feeling this new old man scent, stop.
Woken up by my own snoring
Realizing the clock was never boring, stop.
Tick-tock...
Bent over, like a withered, old tree-man
Eternal, soft, frozen breath, stills my pen.
Stop.
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