The Clock

01

time, such a fragile place in it we hold.
ticking, dissapearing yet standing still.
the clock, face is constantly changing.
the hours, still moving so slow.
the minutes, seem to pass like moments.
remembered, but always slowly fading.
seconds, are just blips on the radar.
buzzing alarm, a reminder that reality is waiting.
sleep, a place where these things called clocks do not exist.

time, such a fragile place in it we hold.
ticking, dissapearing yet standing still.
the clock, face is constantly changing.
the hours, still moving so slow.
the minutes, seem to pass like moments.
remembered, but always slowly fading.
seconds, are just blips on the radar.
buzzing alarm, a reminder that reality is waiting.
sleep, a place where these things called clocks do not exist.