Tick tick tick tick tick tick
That's the inevitable sound...

This perilous tug of war must cease
My hands are burnt and weary...

How should I describe the whirlwind
Of emotions we face...

So,
Think you have won...

An artist will paint his picture
A dancer does the dance...

Tonight your conscience comes calling
Last November comes knocking...

Don't take what you have for granted
I found myself sitting in a park...

The sky is free.
It's essence calls to me...

Can words describe how I feel?
Do words have the power to heal...