Oh, if our lives were observed from afar
Should they resemble more than a ticking clock?
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
As we march to the existentialist clock
Shall we breathe for a moment?
Shall we take in our surroundings?
Bring yourself back into line my friend
A glance to the side
A glance to the back
Drink your money day and night
Feed the children year after year
Both shall meet in the grim reaper's suite.
One may postpone
One may quicken
Though one thing is certain
From your very conception
Your ticket was booked.
By Jasmine Reid (c) 2010
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