It’s not about Me

It’s the long road home when the firing is done,
It’s the tick tock clock when the work comes home,
It’s the time we live hidden under a rock
It’s the moment we realize we can cry, not talk.

It’s the moments of life that tick tock pass by
And measure out life in a liquid dry.
Wait to hear what is coming out to you,
Hold your breath, and watch out for the zoo.

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