on borrowed time

tik-tak-tik-tak
you run up the hill
arms spread to to feel the breeze
your hair blown by the wind
making that lovely face glow
so charming, so pretty

tik-tak-tik-tak
a dear passed by
screaming with joy
you ran
after him as he played
your game
both of you wearing that
jovial grin

tik-tak-tik-the clock stopped
what did u think?
that it will not end?

the deer has to go
he belongs to these woods

and you

back on the foot of the hill

tik-tak-tik-tak
the clock starts again
but the deer doesnt hear

you start the uphill climb

again