Clock Ticks

Here, the clock ticks my mind burns.

I yearn for what I could never learn.

There, the water runs, your minds a gun.

Going off at the sight of the old man being hung.

Everywhere, the town sleeps in a never ending daydream.

Half of which has gone gray and died within the disarray.

Here, the clock ticks my mind burns.

The time is near where one of us gets hurt.

Somewhere, your smile keeps me in a content denial.

I'll die tonight and one day you will find that it's alright.