Tick tock goes the clock
Plenty of time but no money
No time but plenty of money.
It’s ticking down
Human hamsters on a wheel.
Convinced to buy, consume and buy again
Drowning in stuff we don’t need
But missing the memories we do.
Living to work
But forgetting to really live.
Destroying our minds
Neglecting our bodies
For the existence of a paycheck
That brings in enough to survive
On this never ending conveyor belt.
There are no rewards at the end
No medals to say that you’ve won.
Tick tick tock goes the clock
Counting down the days
Until you realise that the
Time you gave up, has run out.