The embodiment of time.
The proof of the never ending cycle,
Of an unrepeatable thing,
Of the moment, lost.
Listen to it's rythm.
The metronome of life.
Tick-tock, tick-tock,
tick-tock, tick.
Listen to it's rhyme.
It's snake-like sound.
What is now-
now is no more.
Watch it's hands.
They walk you through life.
An abnormality of life,
It's three pointers of time.
A spirit with no end.
A singer with no rest.
Click-clock, click-clock,
Click-clock, click
Author notes
I wrote this one night after being forced to go shopping with my mom and sister for hours at JC Penney, and looking at a clock for a few minutes.
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I still hate you XP you have such a way with words that it isn't funny >.
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