Tick-Tock

That artificial tempo
Of the clocks we all carry
Obscuring natural procession
Different times should be varied
Yet they now are perpetual
And never counted fairly
βββWrong are the thoughts
That trick and mockΒ
First the tick then the tock
To stop walking forward
Is to wither away
For to stand still
Is to take root in radioactive soilΒ
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Yes, yes, yes.... Man I so relate to this Garrett. (pinned) Stagnation is death, but we all feel it at some point. Moments of pause and reflection, or deep depression, but to get stuck and lose our way, and not realize that WE are truly the obstacle...Β Just love this. :)
Blessings, Rebecca