The World Kept Spinning

Tic Tok, the sound of the clock, breaks the silence, second by second with no stop. Mercy please, make it slow like water in the winter when it begins to snow. The pain of the past is present in the memories made, executed like an assassin with no warning, my mind wishing it was just a charade. You are told to push forward and leave the past in the past, but what if you are not ready to move that fast. Time has no friends, the tic tok of the clock is the reminding sound that tomorrow is coming, and today will eventually fade away. Take my hand and let me be, that rock that you need. Accept my embrace, not because I just want to give it but I need to feel you receive it. Let us believe in what is to come and never forget what use to be.