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The Clock’s Last Breath

The Clock’s Last Breath It’s three in the morning. The coffee’s cold, and the silence in this room... it’s deafening. I keep looking at these old photographs, thinking about the train stations I never stood at, the words I swallowed instead of screaming them out. Funny, isn't it? How we spend our youth acting like we have forever... only to realize that "forever" was yesterday. A thousand doors I didn’t open A thousand paths I didn’t tread The heavy weight of words unspoken Echoes softly in my head I saw the light, I let it flicker I saw the hand, I let it go The sand is falling, falling quicker Than I ever cared to know Oh, the chances, the ghosts of what could be Floating like shadows just out of reach for me I stood on the shoreline, but I feared the deep Now I’m counting the promises I didn’t keep The chances... they’re fading into gray The golden hours I simply threw away I remember the girl with the starlight eyes I turned away to chase a hollow prize I remember the job, the trip, the dare I stayed in the safety of my easy chair But safety is a cage when the sun starts to set And all that you’re left with is a bitter regret The clock is ticking louder now. I can feel the heat against my brow The shadows are long, the air is getting thin Where do I end? Where did I begin? I’m running out of runway! I’m running out of sky! Oh, the CHANCES! The ghosts of what could be! Screaming like thunder inside of me! I’m reaching for the fire, I’m fighting for the light Before the world is swallowed by the night! The chances! Don’t let them slip away! I’m begging for just one more day! The time is... The time is... #rock