

Clock.Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick is the beginging. Tock was the end. The hands of a clock. Always going at the same rythem. Swinging back and forth. Your eyes follow the hands. As they move... From one hour to the next. While you sit here, reading this Letting time escape and mock you You know you cannot turn back time By your own hand. All you can do is move forward.Clock.