Time is ticking away as we all run
Become a slave to society; to the clock
Do we ever stop to make time for us?
When birds fly, we go with the flock
And if we lived on a planet with more time
They would say we need to work some more
Because our lives are never about any fun
But it should be able to open up the right door
Sadly, we’re classified the moment we’re born
Why do we have to suffer and choose to endure?
When we were all born to be free from the flock
And go down a path we really want; one that’s sure
But here we are as time ticks itself away
We all run to the clock like sounds of a gun
We need to stop every now and then because
We need to remember a time when we had fun