And so I’m face to face with time, tick tock,
The bell does toll for witches in the tower,
Tick tock, beware, out there, the witching hour,
It holds no fear, don’t get too near! The clock
Stops not, tick tock, it holds the power to mock,
As fate and destiny they serve that power,
Tick tock, the soul of man it does devour,
And time stops not for every man, tick tock.
Both truth and beauty strangled at its hands -
For time is nigh, and time is never time
At all, the ticking of the clock demands
No rest, and lives revolve around that chime.
So let us turn the glass and leave the sands
To fall on beaches yet untouched by time.