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Where do I begin? How can I explain what tears at me within? I’ll put myself to task Attempt to answer the questions you ask Then maybe, just maybe, you’ll know the score And either open a window, or nail shut the door I am a clock The time the world forgot Tiny gears spinning between my ears Greased by hope Interspersed with doubt Interlaced with fears I am a puzzle A cannon without a muzzle Pieces that do not fit A challenge to the wit Curiously strange Categorically unarranged Surreal, in touch and feel Out of order across the border Delighteningly frighteningly Wutheringly heighteningly It was I I wrote that name in the sky