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Tick Tock Clock



The time goes by so slowly

as I listen to the tick tock of the clock


I can lose myself in the silence that surrounds me

the rhythm of the clock lures me into a state of utter relaxation

I can close my eyes and all the troubles of the day just seem to disappear

Slowly I breathe in all the peace and quiet of the night

Exhaling, I release all the tension I've been dragging with me

through the day


My mind begins to drift into a world of make-believe

I can float upon the billowy white clouds without a care

Or maybe I will soar freely through the sky upon the wings of an eagle

I am drifting aimlessly upon the gentle up and downs of the sea-

Surrounded by a school of dolphins as they put on show,

for me and me alone


Suddenly the peace and tranquillity of the night is broken

The noise impedes my thoughts and tries to draw me out

The tick tock of the clock has been replaced by the chiming of the coo-koo


My land of make-believe has dissolved

Reality slowly creeps back in-

as I listen...
to the tick tock of the clock


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