Tick Tock
Tick tock
That's the sound I
hear, every time I debate changing something.
That's the sound I
hear when I wonder if the work I'm doing is enough
It's the sound I
hear when I wonder how I can make a bigger, better impact
It's the sound I
hear when I question my purpose and abilities
Tick Tock…Tick
Tock…Tick Tock.
Over and over, I
hear that same sound.
Am I ready for a
car?
A house?
A family?
Tick Tock.
Will I ever be?
Tick Tock
But am I?
Stuck in place,
momentum fading, passion hiding
Tick Tock, faster
goes the clock
How long do I have?
Can I make the leap?
Do I have time to
make the change I so desire?
Tick tock
Tick tock
Beyond the
constraints of what society tells me
Beyond the realm of
my own belief in myself
My passion awaits
My soul awaits
Tick tock…tick
tock..tick tock
Will I jump? Leave
safety behind in pursuit of what I crave?
Tick tock.
Time is running out.
Tick tock.
Pressure is present.
Tick tock.
But wait.
Tick tock.
Pressure from who?
Society? Why must I have it figured out now? Maybe the clock doesn't actually
exist.
Tick tock.
Am I the creator of
my own clock?
Tick. Tock.
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