"Tick, Tock," says the clock.
Oh what a shock!
What gave the time it's wings to fly?
Setting my goals high to die?
Weeping dream and goal,
waving a bye to my soul.
I remember the last memory,
my ass on my goals, planning.
Thought I have a whole century,
scrutinizingly scanning.
This dream is far different from my dream.
The beams of deem,
life after death sounding real,
can't feel how I feel.
Am I really dead?
"Yes", answered a dead.
My creator had my life planned,
birth me before my birth.
I might have been or not following His plans,
but He never told me that this was my last day on Earth!
