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Invisible Clock

Tick, tock, as the minutes roll by

Shadows dance on the walls 

As time goes by

 

I stand still as the world moves on

The planetary motions of life still go on

 

As I remain planted in this one spot

I begin to take root like a plant in a plot

 

But still it doesn’t stop, the earth continues to move

I’m running a race but I can’t even move

 

The race is not to the swift I once was told

But finish the race I must, that truth I hold

 

Seasons recycle and moons change faces

Once green over here is now green in other places

 

The birds begin their trek over uncharted lands

Kids in the street dance to songs from marching bands

 

With age comes wisdom one is taught to believe

You learn from mistakes of before as you continue to be

 

You continue to grow and blossom into something new

All in search of that inevitable truth

 

Will time pass me by while stuck in this rut

Will He take account for the time I was stuck

 

Things to accomplish but no time in the day

Excuse we all use but what can you say

 

Flesh becomes tired, weak, and weary

Things left undone ‘til morrow grow dreary

 

Before seeing a new day the dread is upon us

But let us seize the reigns so it does not win amongst us

 

This invisible clock, this standard of time

Allows us not to put in line

 

So we hustle and bustle like ants on a farm

Drones we are caught in life’s yarn

 

Or maybe we’re puppets just playing a show

With strings attached so on with the show

 

Until that final curtain call

Where time has come running down the hall

 

To pronounce the end tick, tock,

The race is over against the invisible clock.

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