We live in a world of clocks
That spins in tics and twists in tocks
Throwing time a little off
In mid-flight or in mid-crawl

Time does not stay the same
Wanders aimlessly along its way
A spiteful child throughout the day
Will not sit still, tends to run away

This world of clocks is in keeping
With its spinning face and loud ticking
Wondering what these times mean
In its scope of self in all these things

Showing time for what it is
The very worst in secrets kept
Face to face in lines and cracks
Only stopping long enough for the time of death

This world of clocks is speeding up
While most of us are out to lunch
If I had to guess, call it a hunch
This date in time we're going dutch

For this time of day it'll make us pay
Early on or running late
Where tic and toc will have its say
This world of clocks that we have made