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Workings of A Clock
Going against the grain
Ticking counterclockwise
Another crime against humanity
Or at least behind the inner workings
Sitting on the hands of a clock
Controlling the length in the race
Listing to the constant mocking tick-tock
Silently, helplessly watching the seconds race by
Behind it’s sinister gadgets
And the working mechanics
Workings designed to go faster than your mind
Do the numbers really exist?
Or are the hands on a clock built to twist?
Is reality real or measured by time?
Or just another illusion placed in our minds
Manipulating and controlling Winning the race once again
Does it measure anything?
Or just used to count down another
wasted life time
The anxiety within the hour hand
Stops another heartbeat again
Striking, killing, with its mocking ticking
Destroying, devouring whatever prey
helplessly gets in the way
Sucking us into work its inner mechanics
Like the slaves it planned us to be
Sinking its viperous teeth into another wasted mind
Wasted heart, soul, wasted time
Turning something into nothing
Before making its way back around to midnight
To transform, hunt and feed upon the helpless, thoughtless,
The lazy,those who forgot to run
Those who have missed the starting gun
As soon as you’re born the dreaded clock starts ticking
And time is the only gift you are naturally given
So like the hands on the clock
Make each moment count
For in the end you’re yet just another innocent victim of yourself
In the game of life
In a world where your own dreams
the passage of time
Are betrayed right in their home,betrayed by your mind
You're own soul can't escape,
blood won't run or even start
when rejected by you're own very heart
So don’t waste the time in which you’ve been dealt
For you can’t afford to let the trinkets within the workings rust
Don’t let the lies and illusions discourage you for you’ll only waste
For you’ll only waste by
limiting your possiblities
listening to what others think
When you could be believing in the impossible
Ignoring the fear placed in our hearts from every tick-tock, ding-dong, and chime
For when you feel it sinking in, Sit back, relax, and enjoy life
Fulfil you're density and deliberately random dreams
For this mocking, nagging expressed from human gadgets
The axiousness within the concept of space and time
Only exist inside your mind
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