and so goes
on the days
where my eyes brood
over clock hands
where my body melts
into a leather chair
and my heart just
yearns and yearns for life.
were all those books
we loved just fiction after all?
or is there more
really out there?
somewhere amongst
skyline towers
where the air is thick
with smoke
and the grass
grows greener
or whatever.
up on this
melancholy hill
i’ll watch the
clock’s limbs waltz
and life just
slowly fade away
through sad words
in smudged ink.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
and so goes
on the days
where my eyes brood
over clock hands
where my body melts
into a leather chair
and my heart just
yearns and yearns for life.
were all those books
we loved just fiction after all?
or is there more
really out there?
somewhere amongst
skyline towers
where the air is thick
with smoke
and the grass
grows greener
or whatever.
up on this
melancholy hill
i’ll watch the
clock’s limbs waltz
and life just
slowly fade away
through sad words
in smudged ink.
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