Leon Stacey Poet Lyric

Evil Clock

I hate evil.
The clock is evil.
The calendar is evil.
All they do is tell me
When it's time.
Without speeding up
Without slowing down
At the appropriate moments,
They dictate at a constant pace
How long I have until I'm with you.
Then, how long I have with you until...
It's time to part.  Happy trails?  No.
I leave a trail of tears from you to me,
And it's time to start all over again-
The process of missing you
And wanting to be with you,
Being sad and lonely
And waiting to be with you;
Then with you I'm redeeming time.
I'm yielding to every minute.
The clock commands the time;
Time demands the day,
And the calendar dictates
Days, weeks, months and years.
They're unyielding
And won't wait on me.
All they do is tell me when it's time.
The clock is evil.
The calendar is evil.
Without speeding up
Without slowing down
At the appropriate moments.
I hate this evil.

Dedicated to MyChelle and Heather

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