Clockwork
Clockwork
Tic, Toc,
Tic, Toc,
Around the clock,
What’s time
but a constraint,
In all the bushel
it is all yet quite faint,
You go through life
doing something you love,
Transforming It
into a beautiful dove,
It is what
you do with It,
Do It in spite
just to be merely bull—****
So can you
tell me your timeline
Well I don’t
even know mine . . . . .
Tic, Toc,
Tic, Toc,
Around the clock.
Travis “Ceijaeh” Klein
Copyright © Travis Klein | Year Posted 2016
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