Tick ... Tock ... Tick ... Tock ...
A flick of the switch and the lights turn out
Darkness envelopes but it can't stop the clock
Exploiting time worthlessly - society's mind plagued with doubt
Not a moment passed that his heart felt a knock...
... of fifty-nine ticks and the tock of the clock
Tick ... Tock ... with a tainted shock
The masses of sheep herded by outright hypocrisy
Imprisoned by their mental cell with no key and lock
Blaspheming shepherds who've mastered monotony
Cynically deceiving the ignorant flock
Decaying skeletons mourn a now diseased Plymouth Rock
The clock's bleeding hands grasp a rusty nail
One philosophic gypsy temporarily imprisoned by his Lord
Slapped in his face - his heart forever on God's scale
It's okay, it's all right, he has eternally sheathed his sword
Filed it away with his other junk mail
Now he works on surfing the sail
Again ... the clock takes a tick and its toll
Shepherds preaching to preach and doing their thing
The mass of sheep faithfully play their roles
He ignores them while he smiles and continues to sing
Knowing the clock spends time quickly with value far greater than gold
His heart forever a child's, with his eyes and mind so very old
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