Prisioner of the Clock

May 26, 2014

Tick tock, tick tock

The clock is a wall

Glue on the seat

A prisoner to the room

drives everyone crazy

Tick, tick, tick without the tock

Waiting for buds to bloom

Black hands hiding the two

A dare to resist

A call of the mist

A call to free us all

The shine of the sun

Chirp of birds

Peace depends on me

Tick tock, tick tock

A broken lock

Too scared to climb the wall

So I watched it fall

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