Tick tock rapping of the clock. A cold dead sham of another mans cog. So lay it down on the hangman's block. To sick to see how it shepherds its flock.
It holds no rime masquerades as reason. A facade of truth Yet I call it treason. It puts up the walls to the common man's prison. A tool to be used for a stronger man's mission.
Time a device of unity. Implementing science bordering necessity. Auctioned off by the leaders of economy. You always work hard but are left no time to dream.
Dreaming costs who ever owns your time. They look down at you and threaten your life. So you numb yourself just to make a dime. Soon you grow cold lost in the grind.
In youth there is imagination. Unhindered not subject to discrimination. As they grow so to do their nations. Furthering thoughts yet short lived contemplation. For as you grow old you give your time to corporations.
The more things change the more they stay the same. from the dawn of man to the information age. More time spent till your in your grave. Yet time well spent promises better days.
So dont sacrifice your life for time. It all stands short in perspective eyes. A relative thought not a device that binds. Spend it happily for every day of your life.
I thought I'd try something out side of what I usually write. Inspired by Taru M http://hellopoetry.com/-taru-m/ and Zack http://hellopoetry.com/-zack/ PLEASE FEEL FREE TO LET ME KNOW THIS IS NOT MY FORTE. I'm just trying new things here and openly invite criticism so I can get better and broaden my writing abilities.
Maybe it’s your smile Or the way you style your hair Maybe it's the glimmer in your eyes when you deeply stare It might be the lightning, it might be the air Or maybe it's that calmness you unknowingly share I wonder if your looks may play any part Your dark brown hair, or your deep auburn eyes Your height, your skin, how are you so lean? The fact that you’re dressed sharp and clean. What can I say? That's also perfect And a little kiss might just be worth it. I wonder, do you think about me? Does it cross your mind that we might be? I hope that your good, and with that i bid goodbye Cause if i keep this up i won't sleep all night, You don't notice me, to you im long gone But I'll leave you now before my heart breaks at dawn.
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