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Tick Tock

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, the clock on my life is moving forward
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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