Gears turning

Hands moving

The spring tightens with a key

Dominoes

Each time a minute passes,

Each time the hour flies by

A gear moves

Which moves another gear

And another

All just to move one hand, to align it with a number

One the white circle of time

Counting the hours until my release

The minutes until lunch

The seconds until I get to see her again

But I’ve lost the key

Time stands still, I struggle to get it going again

I’m stuck

The same time shows every day

The depression shows every day

Unable to move

You have the key

Wind me up and help me get going again

Some extra care, maybe new gears or some oil

But eventually I’ll start moving again

And I’ll be ticking