The man sits up on the tower,
Watching time pass by,
Ever dreading the fateful hour,
That he will surely die.
As he sits, upon the hand,
Too soon to bring his demise.
He tries again to make a plan,
Despite all the ones he tries.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
The time keeps going past.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock,
No longer will he last.
He cannot find another way,
He readies for his fate,
Upon the ground he soon will lay,
The ambulance too late.
5 minutes later,
The hand moves more,
His fear is greater,
Than ever before.
He knows he is done.
He knows he will fall.
There's no where to run.
No rescue to call.
There are things he ca