A clock bongs out its chime
As we look at the time
That's never really acknowledged
until the hour is running out.
Cast sideways glances
never full attention
except for the ones
who have no intention
Around in circles I go
the same old same old
just counting up
then down
then up again.
And I grow weary
my movements becoming dreary
but time is moving faster
as around and around in circles I go.
Until I finally stop
with my one last tick-tock
and time is lost
until the batteries are rebooted
And I start new again
my cycle of endless circling
I'm 1, I'm 2, I'm 3, I'm 4
Ticking away to the end once more.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 11:39 PM UTC
A clock bongs out its chime
As we look at the time
That's never really acknowledged
until the hour is running out.
Cast sideways glances
never full attention
except for the ones
who have no intention
Around in circles I go
the same old same old
just counting up
then down
then up again.
And I grow weary
my movements becoming dreary
but time is moving faster
as around and around in circles I go.
Until I finally stop
with my one last tick-tock
and time is lost
until the batteries are rebooted
And I start new again
my cycle of endless circling
I'm 1, I'm 2, I'm 3, I'm 4
Ticking away to the end once more.
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