By Arcassin Burnham

Good riddens.
Haven't got no time to try and gain
someone's acceptance.
Good riddens.
There's so many things I didn't get to do.
Good riddens.

Tock , tick,
Tick , tock.

Tock , tick,
Tick , tock.

My mom is just like her dad, cause they lie the same,
I love them both and I hope they know,
I'm not lying again,
My positivity has overcome my body and
my soul,
I don't care what you heard in the street bout' me,
My light will never get old,
So while I continue to spread love throughout
the past,
It won't let go,
For any you thats plotting on me to see
weakness, let me know,
no human being on this earth could play me,
Imitate and duplicate me,
Ignore the feeling of being peaceful and
silent maybe,
Good riddens.

“Tick tock,”
calls the clock
Time inches on
and doesn’t stop
And dawn begins
We count by tens
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
sings the clock
Time tiptoes on
and doesn’t stop
And morning begins
We’re wading in
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
drawls the clock
Time marches on
and doesn’t stop
And day begins
We fight to win
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
warns the clock
Time hurries on
and doesn’t stop
And noon begins
We pick up again
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
whispers the clock
Time races on
and doesn’t stop
And evening begins
We grab our pens
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
yells the clock
Time still goes on
and never stops
Night has arrived
The day has died
Make way; a new dawn starts to rise.

Tik Tok
says the Clock
with all the memories
forgotten and left behind.

Lub Dub
says my Heart
with all the affections felt
for the memories left.

Tick
Tock
Hope o'clock
Happiness holds you
You run to your dream
You reach it
Despite everything
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
It's five o'clock
Everything slips away

I am a woman I have always been her
I've always been a blue-eyed girl
but the lost time knocked the clock
they knocked like a hammer for a minute
and time took me away from myself
I lost myself I'm losing myself
and figured himself and bought himself
Only now I have other eyes
and now I'm not a woman I'm a man

but unless unless time runs
streams flow at lightning speed and thunder rumbles
then maybe I'm not a woman or a man at all
I'm something or something
that the lost and unprecedented ignorant
no consciousness and no soul and no heart of mine
I'm not a man I'm not a woman I'm nothing
I was a woman I was a man and all this is a celebration
I shed blood shedding wine and it's all nothing
solemnity solemnity solemnity celebration
I lost myself I lost myself and never found
I've never ever never never found myself
and never talked to himself

the night goes on as the day goes on  
and the plane in the sky flies    
there I see myself in a blue blouse with a man
looked away to the ground looked in the cafe
there I am already a red-haired girl stained with years who
trying to compose verses looked the other way
saw a store and in the store is a Chinese and this
Chinese is me and again I buy books and book books
how many times about how many times have I seen myself
About the same time I was dying and was born
i was a girl she was me i was a man he was me
but what I am now is the question that I will never know
whether I am a girl or a diamond is a pearl either man

26.07.18

The clock stares ahead,

Staring.

Flaring, at the paintings,

Staring.

Impatient and bored he stares,

Staring.

The paintings beautiful, four,

Staring.

He grows more impatient,

Waiting.

For them to stare back.

Come on.

But they’ll never look,

Never.

For they are paintings,

Beautiful.

Still in their beauty,

Made.

And he is but a clock,

Always moving.