Sitting Outside

Sitting outside, waiting for the stars to shine,
Waiting for my life to shine
As it does in my dreams;
And these nights now mean more to me.

Tick tock, tick tock,
Time is just a man-made clock.
Soon come the stars and next, what then?
It cannot be told with ink and pen.

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