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.