06-11-2008, 11:12 PM
Here we go again. I might have to change the title; right now it sounds like a blood-sucking arachnid.
Tick
Tick goes the clock.
Say what you’ve said.
Plop goes the rain on the roof overhead.
Spinning your wheels.
Missing the proof.
Easy to slip up above on the roof.
Living the dream.
Push comes to shove.
Fall with a crash from your place up above.
Cracks in the mirror.
Lies to your face.
What’s more important than knowing your place?
Feet off the ground.
Roots yet to bind.
Fast disappearing no mark left to find.
Lighting the fuse.
Drive back the dark.
Desperately trying to make one last mark.
Back on the line.
Fear it might break.
Climbing the ladder a future to make.
Tick
Tick goes the clock.
Say what you’ve said.
Plop goes the rain on the roof overhead.
Spinning your wheels.
Missing the proof.
Easy to slip up above on the roof.
Living the dream.
Push comes to shove.
Fall with a crash from your place up above.
Cracks in the mirror.
Lies to your face.
What’s more important than knowing your place?
Feet off the ground.
Roots yet to bind.
Fast disappearing no mark left to find.
Lighting the fuse.
Drive back the dark.
Desperately trying to make one last mark.
Back on the line.
Fear it might break.
Climbing the ladder a future to make.
