When peace has faded to a warzone,
And the cold burns your warm skin,
While the young are closer to death,
The eldery remember their youth,
One realises time is a fantasy,
Something wanted, needed for some,
Yet we all believe,
Tick, tock, tick, tock
The memories slowly disappear,
Living, once again continues,
And the fantasy remains,
Remains within society, within ourselves.
Chant Gud
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-tick-tock/
