tick sick soldier tock ...

teeter-tottering to the tick-tock of the clock.
just counting down the seconds,
until the second that we talk.
old organs beckon as we walk.
cus he's just such a sick soldier,
with some several skin diseases,
and some severe sedentary hereditary illness,
old books to fulfill this,
this world he appeases.
but he keeps rolling slowly,
steady on for the four fathers,
or even just the few fathers,
and any others that he pleases.
the broken places, token face.
the love he chases, spoken race.
so which or what way would his world take him and when,
before the future fizzles out in front of him,
which weathered fortress holds a friend.
when where to be is hard to see.
then what to do, is asking you.
and options range from A to B,
then scrolling through means 1 to 2.
and where is this girl?
that everybody talks about,
but nobody knows,
the one i always seem to dream about,
the one that never seems to show.