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This poem just came to my mind....unexpected, unwanted. It's just some rhymes in English and I dont think it makes any sense

There was a boy, I used to call mine
There was time, when I used to be fine
There was time, when I could lie in my bed
There was time, when there were no thoughts in my head

Tic-tac, what a pleasant sound
wake up, happyness has come around
Tic-tac, tic-tac, I'm wasting my time
Gotta face it - I'll never be fine

I tic-tac but my clock has stopped
by all the memories I wish I could drop
It stopped when everything fell into pieces
Good men are endangered species

Tic-tac, what a pleasant sound
wake up, happyness has come around
Tic-tac, tic-tac, I'm wasting my time
Oh, God, only you know if I'm ever gonna be fine