Shackled by a cuff on the wrist
Telling us when to sleep and when to live
How many times have we glanced it at
To only disappoint from what it says

Time will never seize for man
Regardless of the power, money, or plan
The hands keep ticking away
Bringing us a new, uneventful day

Could a world truly exist
where these numbers couldn't take away bliss
My childhood I truly miss
Where time seemed to merely slip