One Day
Just like a clock i stand there
Watching, waiting, judging.
Hopeful that maybe one day you'll look at me
and not in angst or anger.
Maybe one day you'll hear my ticking as calming gesture
or just stand and admire all the scartches that turnded to woodwork.
Maybe you'll enjoy the way im not like the others.
I don't shine and glimmer in the sunlight.
But until then i'll just stand there
Watching, waiting, judging
until I find my horologist.
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