I woke up this morning to find myself full of life and ready to go. Time is Ticking. In the mirror, I see another gray hair, it wasn’t there yesterday, Time is Ticking. Rush, Rush, Rush, is all I seem to do, but going no where, Time is Ticking. Out the door, off to work, out all day but back home by 8, Time is Ticking. I rest my head on my pillow, it’s late, I have to get some sleep, Time is Ticking. Is this all there is to life? Where am I supposed to be, Time is Ticking. Another day has come and gone, I hardly remember a thing. So I’ll start over today, just like yesterday because Time Keeps Ticking.
About The Author
I am a Graphic Artist. I hold a Bachelors Degree in multimedia technology, and an Associates Degree in Medical Transcription. I publish a blog entitled True Love Changes. Relationship discussions.