I think I'm gonna **** my alarm clock
Then father time
Spend the rest of my days
Trying to catch up with these children of mine
I wanna be the dad I never had
Before I get to old to do it
Then I wanna take my wife by her hands
wind her up one last time
And make love
until we both die

I can’t take it any more
The clicking clocks
Drive me ****** insane
I am bored
I am going insane
I am inside
Talking to myself
I can’t even ensure that
This is my present reality
I am legit bored

The grandfather clock ticks away! day after day, everyday ,
it doesn't stop to listen to the baby gurgling, or the toddler screaming
indifferent to the many sounds of  angst and ecstasy!

the small hand of the clock controlling every hour of our lives
the big hand, a mere spectator to the brevity of those moments lived
the silent ticking of the pendulum,
  a call to take a second of respite!
from life, from living, from only "just existing"

I did try to stop time once, held the hands of the clock in my own calloused ones
and that is when the Townclock  chimed somewhere, faraway!

Alone in my thoughts, I waited on the railway bench
Oh, my muddled mind started surveying past,
Yes, it was a year ago we sat there sharing hearts
On that same bench, her reminiscence all around

Grace was her other name, a bubble of infinite grace
I heard in her every talk, strains of plaintive music,
A girl I adore a lot, an eternal love we promised to share,
But my gilded lies failed to die, and in time, my eyes failed to shine.

Oh! Is it me or her?
Who wants to break away?
Beneath the ticking clock
Again we met to wrangle.
Moment of anger..
And of ego..
At present alone I sat..
A midday sun of misery..
Alone and all alone..