Hands of Time
A handless watch,
A facelesss clock.
Time rests just there,
In the back of your mind.
Always thinking of turning back the hands,
But we could live freely without.
Live one day at a time.
For the seconds will
Always be counting down, and
There is ultimately nothing
We can do to change it.
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I write mediocre and cliché poems. I like to read and write when time permits, and I like music a lot. There's security in numbers, but there's a war of ideas in literature that has the power to make change, and that's scary.
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