i hate clocks
ticking and tocking
picking and mocking
every second pointing
how i've done nothing
the hands making faces
smiling and frowning
numbers and measures
time flying fast
judgments thrown across
in a jiffy
aging by the second
the sands running out
i wish i could
stop time right now
and i could look at me
in my own eyes
and then i could face time
as one I
...
[i don't think tocking is a real word :P... written in a strategy class, where it's really tough to bide time...]
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