Like Clockwork


There’s no-one else around,

The room is silent.

So I sit here passing the time,

Whiling away the hours,

Always watching the clock.

Playing little games,

Reading other’s stories,

Amending their words,

Pushing the hands forward.


Why is it that we always have to move so fast?

Waiting for the day to end,

Trying to out-run the clock,

Get to the next big adventure.


We don’t enjoy our time here,

We constantly wish for it to pass,

And yet when we have no more left,

Won’t we miss what we had?

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