The clock writers block

The clock
It keeps time
Slowly slower
I keep ryhme
My head is low
Slowly slower slow

The time
The sound
Passes by
The ground
It's lower than I
Low lower than I lie

The tick
It continues
And the words in my head
They withdrew
Left me empty and alone
Ticktock on my own

The tock
Starts a new
From remains when it ended
Mind it grew
As it grows
Tock it goes, tick

The clock
Shows how long it's been since mind past
The feeling is wrong
The rhythem makes a song

The sound
Of the song
Helps me sing the words, I've been
Quiet to long
And the sound finally comes out
When the song sings to shout

The clock
It keeps time
And the tick tocks decline
The slowpace starts up
Slowly slower stop