Off the Clock
Time wastes it’s own time in
a fury to get it over –
The clocks fall over in a useless
attempt to stop –
The key to wind the clock disappears
into the night –
The clocks strike one by one in
their own ways –
Some for the last time make
the effort to control –
One day all the clocks will stop
and there will be no pressure –
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