Blank thoughts empty spaces
Day in… Day out…
Life begins… Life ends
“Tic Tok” “Tic Tok” “Tic Tok”
Oh that annoying grandfather clock
We sat there… Just the two of us
Sitting here without a fuss
“Tic Tok” “Tic Tok” “Tic Tok”
What a beloved grandfather clock
Years passed and seasons changed
Still we waited in that room with this clock
Enchanted by its splendors and old time fashion
Ah, to be in a room with a grandfather clock
“Ding Dong Ding Dong”
What’s this? It’s 6’o clock already?
Who knew… I must have dosed off
I rubbed my lazy eyes to get a better of things…
There was no grandfather clock
No old time fashion or splendors…
Just me-
Alone-
In the white room…
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