Tic Tac

Tic Tac

The clock is ticking

My life running away

The challenge awaiting

I look at the white empty paper

And feel the tears threatening

The sand in the hourglass

Is slowly trickling

Down as I drown in a silent panic

Filled of dreams and screams

While I'm thinking

Why did I get myself into this predicament?

Tic Tac

The time is running out

The answer sheet is empty

And I arrived at a roundabout

One which leads me to the beginning

And I know it's the end of my holdout

My world shakes and is violently

Surrounded with pain and doubt

The rain is gone from the dreamland

All because of a deadly drought

Failure is sadly an option

And I've run out of ideas

I can almost hear their voices,

As if they're echoing in the distance.
"Strikeout!"

Tic Tac, Tic Tac

Tic Tac,

Tic...

Is this my final countdown?