Tick Tock

Life

Is a clock

Always ticking

Away

The front room's old

Grandfather clock

Tick Tock

Rhythm play

Time

Construct-bound

We are lost

Until

Definition-found

I define

Life

(At least mine)

By hours

Minutes of time

Now me

And the clock

I watch Tick

Run after Tock

In a circle

Does Tock chase

Tick maiden fair

A sixty-minute, twelve-hour

Extraordinary love affair

I've little desire

To be chased

By someone seeking

Prized first place

Just someone

Who'll run the race

With me around

The clock

Time-bound

Tick Tock

If I run

Or if fly

Still

There will always be

Some measurement

Time,

Distance,

Or speed

I know I can never

Such constructs leave

But for a moment

A space to breathe

Undefined

Period of time

Before the next

Part of life

Deadline define

I'd like

Time to stand still

But I'm realistic and know

It never will

But if Tick

Can run with Tock

And they've made it work

This long on the clock

Perhaps

I can give you

An hour,

A week,

A year

And learn to love time

Instead of fear