Ever forward, stepping out.
Are you enemy or friend?
Able to repair great sorrow,
Only to delay the bitter
ending
That is sure to come.
Measuring in constant cadence
Ticking, tocking, ever so.
Far too busy to look back,
Never stop to find a home.
Bold and brave you sally
forth,
Never known to shed a tear,
Wear a frown, laugh out loud,
Stone-faced bastard that you
are.
Can’t you stop? Slow your
pace?
Catch the fragrance while it
lingers,
Or are you too busy trying
desperately to
Reach your star?
Tic… No pressure. No emotion.
Toc… On board. No turning
back.
Tic… No warning. No
deception.
Challenging to raise the bar.
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