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CLOCK
Lifelessly alive
A god in it's own right
Wise in it's own eyes
Owns the past and tomorrow
Makes me set and rise
It turns its face towards me
As it lurks in the air
And reaches up for me
Never here everywhere
I'm a pawn in dark hands
I look up to its glare
I am blind as I stare
I would swear it’s unfair
If I could bear its forbearance
Intolerance is its fare
And I pay for my errands
Self-importanly stands
Steadily quickly as it
Makes its demands
And alters my plans
It causes me to worry
But I will tarry on
I don't care for it
Hope it carries me on
It can be small and weak
Or eternally long
Unstoppably strong
Away yet among
Directing me wrong
If I don't make it right
I will not be its slave
It will watch me at night
Everything steals it away
I want it to leave
I want it to stay
This time—I’m afraid
That it might go away
If I cross it I’m dead
Not only my rest
As it puts me to bed
But my own force at best
As it wakes me
I dread it’s motherly
Utterly ugly mug head—
Bother me—follow me
Stay there instead
Omnipresent—barely
Universal so worldly
And applies just to me
Travel one-way peasant
Vagabond—transient
So steadily pleasantly
Leave me a present
I’m fighting with it
As it weekly beats my mind
I will follow the clock
Until the end of time
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