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
THE DEAD GAME
tick tock
TICK TOCK
I see around the bend.
Life is about to end.
They might hide behind rocks.
But I know the clock tick tocks.
I don’t want it to be.
It’s the last day for me.
TRAPPED IN WONDERLAND
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 STOPS FOR NO ONE
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?
SUSANNE LEIST 