The Clock Ticks
I fall asleep feeling defeated again
Every day seems to get harder,
and harder.
Falling stars turn to wishes,
and wishes turn to dreams.
Dreams turn to burning hopes,
and before you realize it,
time has run past you.
The clock ticks. That's it.
It's easy to remember the distant past,
it's harder to think to the future.
The present weighs upon us, and tomorrow isn't seen,
Don't think of what you don't have.
Dream more and cry less
Smile forever and frown never.
Falling stars turn to wishes,
and wishes turn to dreams.
Dreams turn to burning hopes,
and before you realize it,
time has run past you.
The clock ticks. That's it.
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