Cuckooland
Cuckooland
You are miles from your origin
Existing in a pine box
Your only company is
The quarell between tick and tock
Controled in your place by
Unseen minutes and time
Freedom is sparse
Yours and mine
Your view never alters
Except for night and day
You dont sleep in that dark time
In the light , time fleets away
Your voice is stiffled
By a blind clock makers hand
And just like us humans
You will never understand
Copyright © John Lusardi | Year Posted 2024
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