Untitled
by Michael Marchand
The clock is ticking,
Nobody knows when it'll stop.
The tree gets closer to falling,
With every single chop.
You never know which straw,
Will break the camels back.
Or how long it'll take,
Before they get'em to crack.

There's so much unkown,
In this day and age.
Everything could change,
When you turn the page.

It's spinning, spinning, spinning,
Where it stops nobody knows.
It climbs higher and higher,
And no one knows why it grows.
It keeps reaching and reaching,
For the next highest goal.
Always working their way,
Up the totem pole.



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