I failed to mention this before but this is actually a poem I wrote when
I was about 12. I found it in an old note book of mine. It made me smile.
Rembering my train of thought from back then. Looking at it now it reads
very childish but to my readers I hope you enjoy this non the less.





..Tic, Toc..

Life is like the hands of a clock.

1,2 do you even have a clue

3,4 about this world you all adore

5,6 let me help you try and get a grip on this fix

7,8 its never really to late, when you and lose your way because of what

eveyone else has to say. Hear me out, its all I ask, its but a simple task.


..9,10 Get Up and Walk Again, escape from your enclosed pin..

If you still don't understand, i'll help you get a clue


Just try back from 1 and 2