Sandcharm

Tick tock tick tock, fate does cry. Tick tock tick tock, evasion is nigh. Don't try to run, don't try to hide. The inevitable is something you can't exile. Pendulums swing back and forth, Gears and pulleys click and tick. The infamous tick, the infamous tock, It reminds us of bad, it reminds us of luck. Impending fate can fleece one's soul, Hence hatred, in one's eyes, for poor fate. In which, there lies a fine line between a liking. That fine line being a liking of good as compared to bad. You can fear it, you can love it. Though, understand you can't help it. It can't help you, time does turn, And turn it must, turn it w