• Tick Tock
    Tick tock, tick tock The slow rotation of the clock
    It has no start
    It will never end
    The ticking and tocking comes once again
    Its as if you dropped a sew
    A tiny wrinkle in a piece of cloth
    As another life comes and goes
    Wars as quiet as a moth
    The tick tock like ebb and flow of the sea shore
    There is no less, you can't get more
    Time misinterpreted by humankind
    A stitch in time only makes nein*
    Only ideas are left behind
    The breaking of dawn
    For that we live on
    Time has no master

    *nein: german for no or nothing