I wake up in the same dream over and over again
watching the sunset, watching the hands turn to 1:50
As I see that moment every night, I always yearn for 1:50
Because I smile every time

At times I wake up on the sunrise
Though, I see the clock at 7:20
I cry every time
Because it was a sad sight

Nowadays, I wake up at that sunrise
Watching the clock turn to 3:35
Then 7:20
Then back to 3:35

I never had any control over this,
though the adjustment **** was in my reach
I never thought of the clock as a play thing
Rather a reminder of what I should be

I'd wake up to clock's silent ticking
A tick-tock-tick-tock
The hands of the clock go so irrationally
Yet it still tells time so accurately

Sometimes, I wish I had control over my dream
So I would always see the clock at 1:50
I could only watch the clock ticking
For a new time to read, a new time to tell