Sometimes I wonder if it's even worth fixing, The clock on my desk has been broken for too long now. The hands have not move, have not touch. But time hasn't stop, And every now and then a second laughs at my clock, A minute brushes its side, An hour smiles at the stillness. Years have passed and my clock has remained unchanged, unrepaired. It is frozen in a moment of time, Still in a bundle of memories, Trapped in the infinity of the universe. I wonder if it's even worth fixing a brokenness that makes you feel infinite. I wonder if a life that could end is worth more than a death that persists.