She felt so one dimensional.
Like the  clock hung up on the wall.
No one sees the gears.
Without proper acknowledgement they hardly exist.
All people see is the clock's face.
All people want is the clock's time.
Not the clock itself, but what it represents.

And when people look at this face, they don't often like what they see.
Where is the time going? It's moving too fast.
or
There's so much time on our hands. How shall we **** it?

Never the right balance.
Not even at noon.