Time

Night turns  too quickly to early morn

As I follow the spark of an idea

And the tick of the clock fails to warn 
The fall of the second hand, seems to scorn

As I write oblivious to reason

Night turns too quickly to early morn 
I am driven to create ideas unborn

To be shaped into the arena

And the tick of the clock fails to warn
Between punctuation and profundities thorn

I do not recognise my tired demeanor

Night turns too quickly to early morn
Lack of sleep a  serious cause to mourn

Tomorrow i will recognise this schema 

And The tick of the clock fails to warn 
Without rhyme or reason passion  feels stillborn

Productivity precedes amnesia as

Night turns too quickly to early morn

And the tick of the  clock fails to warn
This is an edited version of Ticking Clock removing all the ing words. 


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