Clock Confiscates

Three hands of time roll, pass one by one in circles golden hours, silver minutes relentless seconds. thoughts pulse to murky future lost in what's there left behind. Mystical motion tonight transcends tomorrow. Unending dark tunnels fill pleasure and sorrow. Spinning Earth revolving Sun new Moon born, trapped in cycles. Unanchored moments to hit buzzer, and win game. Hurried life runs out of time as clock confiscates. A storm in which, all are lost clouds emptied...and stars faded Hold on Wanderer... Let's have an easier life. Let's fold time, tuck it away. Big tiny moments... Deepest blue and Highest high Time will just stop, when you die. 13th July 2019 howmanysyllable counted 5 7 7 5 7 7 in all 4 stanza Sponsor Joseph May Contest Fives and Sevens Theme Pic No 4 : A Clock