
Tick tock tick tock
chimes the old clock.
Cold like a vault.
The dancers halt.
Evil is near.
The Dead are here.
Heads are rolling.
Let’s go bowling.
Midnight has come.
A game for none.
THE DEAD GAME
Tick tock tick tock
chimes the old clock.
Cold like a vault.
The dancers halt.
Evil is near.
The Dead are here.
Heads are rolling.
Let’s go bowling.
Midnight has come.
A game for none.
THE DEAD GAME
Too many people on the streets.
Cars honking their horns.
People shoving each other.
When did life become so hectic?
Why is everyone in a hurry?
Where are they all going?
They become a blur to me.
One shoving mass of humanity.
Hurrying to their end.
No individuality.
No caring.
No manners.
Only a need
to get somewhere fast.
Trapped in their
Alice of Wonderland—
in a hurry to go nowhere.
Time continues on and on.
Without stopping or hesitating.
What if time stopped?
Would we still age?
Would everyone and everything
come to a stand still?
It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?