The clock is ticking

The clock is ticking seconds, minutes, hours
The hands are waving that the time is ours
The timekeeper gives just enough space
For us to participate in the chase

We all contribute to the foolishness
The brutality and the ruthlessness
To the ever-increasing reckless speed
Of the compulsory urge to succeed

The time has nigh come for us to let go
We must let the ghastly madness outgrow
And go back to the place where time stood still
In which people lived by their own free will

The chronograph pulsates in pent-up drift
It almost reaches the end of the shift
And when the clock plays its deciding chimes
We realize this is the end of times

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