Ticking Through the Climb

(tick, tock... tick, tock...)

Alarm clock buzzing, it’s a shock to the spine

Sun barely peeking through the silhouette of blinds Groggy thoughts heavy,

standing cold in the shower

Tracing out my future in the first waking hour Feet hit the

pavement while the city is still Chasing after paper just to pay

for the bill

The coffee’s lukewarm but the ambition is hot Got my mind on

a vision that the world hasn't caught

Staring at the mirror,

blinking sleep from my eyes

Asking if the hustle matches up to the prize Tie my laces

tight, grab my keys,

hit the door Before the clock strikes seven,

I’ll be hunting for more

The morning routine is a battle with time Just a regular soul

trying to conquer the climb

Twenty-four hours on a ticking clock The pressure never stops from the

block to the top From the first morning breath to the late-night

zone We just grinding through the hours trying to claim the throne

Yeah, the minutes keep moving,

the seconds won't wait Every single tick is a brush with fate

Now it’s two in the afternoon,

the peak of the heat

Fluorescent lights buzzing, traffic jammed on the street

The inbox is flooding and the phone lines are blown Everybody wants

a piece of what I haven't grown The stress is hitting heavy,

right between the shoulder blades Deadlines closing in,

watching how the light fades

Taking deep breaths just to keep from a crash

Balancing the passion with the need for the cash This the middle

of the jungle where the weak get consumed No time for complaints

in a high-pressure room Keep your head on a swivel,

keep your foot on the gas Gotta make sure the hustle outlives

the hourglass

Twenty-four hours on a ticking clock The pressure never stops from the

block to the top From the first morning breath to the late-night

zone We just grinding through the hours trying to claim the throne

Yeah, the minutes keep moving,

the seconds won't wait Every single tick is a brush with fate

Clock hits ten at the night,

and the atmosphere flips The paranoia creeps in and the sanity slips

Shadows on the wall looking larger than life Reflecting on the day,

cutting deep like a knife Is it worth all the stress?

Did I make the right move?

Or am I just a body stuck inside of a groove?

Bright lights flashing from the street down below While the late-night thoughts

start to put on a show

The quiet is loud when you're left on your own

Staring at the screen of a silent cell phone Lock the front

door, turn the lamps to a dim Just a tired-out soul sinking

under the rim

Midnight is coming... Then we reset.

Six AM is right

around

the corner. (tick, tock)

Just a day in the life.