It watches from the mantlepiece Its hands embracing eternity Tick tock, tick tock It rules my life, my master the clock. I am its slave by night and day It decrees when I sleep, work, and play. But it is I who hold the key and so my master depends on me. It is I who gives it life and control its destiny I am the master of its universe I am its God, it is my curse. When the ticking stops, I am lost My world is chaos. It sits silently mocking me Waiting for that vital key Who is master now Is it the clock, or is it me?