Tock Tick

tick tock tock tick
tock tock tick tick
waiting
in the dark
for sunrise and breakfast and the first lick
of jam-covered fingers
and the kick
of morning caffeine
before setting out upon yellow brick
tick tock tick tick

waiting
in a fog
of tired brain and heavy lids
where sandman poked fingers
and dreaming hid
any sense of time
before tripping over that yellow brick
tock tock tick tick

Too soon back
to the land of lonely
and land of snow
to powerless life
and meaningless show
tickety tockety go go go

tick tock tock tick
tock tock tick tick
time to hit that yellow brick