Then,
you try it one more time
look at the spiteful clock
make a promise that
you'll rise by nine.

The clock won't let you go
you know it can't forget,
it's rampant in its appetite,
bites you when you least expect
wrecks your plans
spoils your day,
the clock has everything its way, but
not today.

Today,
I shine.
Get out of bed at ten to nine.
Out the door at nine oh four
on the bus at quarter past,
fast so fast
I wonder can I last.

The clock does not forget and
the faster I go, the more of
a debt that I owe.

I owe a fortune for being too quick,
arriving too soon
I should have stayed in my room.
Spiteful time.