Thursday, December 15, 2016


The clocks sing their song
In sync, out of tune, yet, not wrong
The ticks are telling me secrets of the dark
The song of forever, ignited by a spark

I don't understand the tongue of clocks
When they only talk in ticks and tocks
Sometimes all the clocks in house tick in sync
And then I feel a sudden need for a drink

Synchronization means a clock has faltered
It means one of them will die very soon
I'll be stuck without time for who knows how much time
And I'll know of the days by looking at the moon

The clocks keep singing their two tone song
It sounds so right even when it's wrong
If I close my eyes it almost makes sense
That I'm looking for present in past tense

Tick tock tick tock

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