Tick Tock

Tick-tick-tock �" my time down the drain,

Same old mistakes made again and again

The twists and the turns that invert my existence;

Keep forgetting to practice that thing called resistance.

Am I still such a fool, after so many times?

Now I’m bitter and twisted like a bar-full of limes,

As you’re taking from me any sense of control,

Getting under my radar without serving parole;

Leaving me here in confusion once more

But always leaving your foot in the door.

One day I’ll slam it shut.