I have walked many miles been invisible to others and ran circles around those who never knew a fool can find more luck without trying than some pompous *** with a degree.

The surrounding clocks all kept perfect time the old man always made sure of that.
Why did he care what did it truly matter .
Once he worked in a repair shop the clocks there always were slow .
Time dragged on where now the day was gone far to fast now
time was his and his days were short.

Nobody can cling to anything worth while so leave it empty .
Your heart .
Your thoughts  
Your very soul should remain vacant so none will ever want a single thing from you.

I am empty in all but my own words and I simply give those away before they are erased by time.

We think to much when were young .
Then speak far to less believing we are no longer worth the time.

Three clocks were in the room he died in.
They kept perfect time .