Thursday, June 14, 2007

Clocks

Clocks can be your enemy,
Or, at least, what they represent,
And when you've done all that you need to do,
Well, then they can be your friend.

They're great to look at when you need time,
To just stop until you catch your thoughts,
But, if you ever want something to sympathize,
Don't look to clocks.

Really, that's the only thing that separates us.
Without our feelings, we would only mark time.
Sure, we may make more noise, and a clock will never make a human,
But we're all born, take up space, and then we die.

And it's alright,
If you keep no clocks,
There will always be one counting down the time.
Until they put you in that ol' pine box.

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