The thin needle keeps ticking by
Making a sound as it moves
No one dares to stop it
it just goes by.
No one ever notices it
until it's gone.
Some complain it's too fast
But they're afraid to chang what
has passed
Things around keep changing
But it keeps on clinging unmoved.
It's cold towards everyone
Who whines.
But runds along with anyone
Who knows the way
Ticking,ticking.ticking
it sees the world whizzing by
Never stopping to hear their cries
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