Memory

When you look up at the clock
It reminds you of circling around the block
With a tick tock tick tock
You realize time is circular
But it also creates images and pictures.

Remember when you were a kid
You thought the world was all yours
Never-ending, your container had no lid

It overwhelms you with a sense of nostalgia
And hits your stomach with a burst of nausea

Back then, your dreams were your own, they had no end.
Now they belong to other people,
Get a boring job and a white picket fence.

What is worry? You used to not know.
But now you’re always in a hurry.

Try to slow your life back down
Remember when you used to laugh
And never have a frown.

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