for there Is no place I’d lIke to hIde,
only to be seen InsIde my mInd.

I keep banging my head against this wall,
Not a scratch or a dent, it doesn’t ever crack or fall.

I’m so tired of the same shit, day in and day out.
I can’t even remember what it’s all really just about.

The fumes are toxic from life’s discontent.
I want to bury it all with this fork and repent.

“Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock…” this sound is coming from the wall.
My clock is digital, I think it’s the sound of my very own downfall…

As I choke on this small piece of veal,
I see everything now, just as it is revealed.

When the inspiration comes, doesn’t matter when or where it comes from,
I just write and write and write, just to hear that lovely “Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock…”

Oh shit!
My pen ran out of ink and I’ve lost the sound of that “Tick, Tock… Tick… To…..”
…..Oh god!

I close my eyes and grin just a little, for the next sound to come, shall pre-ceed
those final moments of life, as so, it has been decreed.