Everyone’s life ends with a certain number

A number we will never know

Everyone’s life begins with a cord, as long as a piece of string,

We start from nought.

And in the middle are the memories of where I’ve been

What I do, where I travel,

All the people I have known.

Using myself up

I count my life

A year, a date, an age,

Time: hours, days, weeks, and months

Slow down, rush around

Slow down, rush around

The sound of time passing

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock

Tick taking the seconds

Tock taking the minutes

The numbers adding up like a sum

With an unknown answer.