Tick Tock

Tick tock


The clock ticks down
Though a window
The door lays wide open

Questions unheard
Answers under a blanket of snow
Draw in the sand

On a beach in another land
Arranged just so
A tariff on ones soul

Attributes of the lost and found
Desires just a snow flake
On the ground

Decisive somehow
Hope can be buried
Time has a memory