Second Hand Melody

I haven't heard a clock tick in years.
Haven't watched that second-hand
Slowly tick away
The minutes of my life

But I've felt it
The setting and the rise
The winters and the springs
Summers
Gone far too soon
That fall would return again
All in the passing of time
As I run faster
Trying to cheat death of its inevitable victory

I haven't heard a clock tick
In many a year
Drowned out by the noise
Of my existence and fears...
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