My Broken Watch

Concepts on time and lack there of it

 

 

 

Within my

Broken watch

Lies

Delusional thoughts

Of time

That goes

To and fro.

Foreword, backwards.

Stop, then go.

A metered metronome

Marches to it’s whims.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Tick tock. Tick.

A beating heart.

A constant rhythm,

Animating all to life.

But my broken watch

Only thinks it tocks

For it has no sense of time.

It’s crippled hands

They never tick

And therefore no time

Will ever exist

And nothing can live

Without hearing a tick

Tock. Tick tock. Tick