Clock On the Wall
There is a clock
on my wall
Time is measured
like sugar cubes in
a cup of tea
But time is not
so sweet
It wears down out
fragile forms
we are left
on the rocky shores
to fend for ourselves
As the tide of seconds,
minutes, hours and days
rushes in
We do our best to
escape the surging
waters
But eventually the tide
will be too strong
for us
to fight
Grab onto the crescent
moon whil you still
can!
Let yourself dance
before you are
enveloped
Lovers and friends are with
us on the shore
There is a clock
on my wall
and somewhere
a land where there
are no clocks
where time is not
relevant
We'll get there - we'll get there
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