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Stuck


Hickory Dickory Dock 

The mouse ran up the clock

The clock struck one,

The mouse was gone.

The clock was alone.

Stuck.

Faint tick

The dull tock

The clock is always moving.

But never changing.

The clock struck noon.

Add an hour.

The clock struck one.

Why are we back again? 

Time has passed.

No change. 

Hickory Dickory Dock

The mouse ran up the clock,

The clock stopped,

The mouse ran down 

Hickory Dickory Dock.

The clock no longer made sound

No tick

No tock

Was this better or worse?

Was time still passing?

Or were we stuck?

Time had stopped. 

We had stopped.

Did the whole world stop? 

Or are we just left behind? 

Is the world changing while I am stuck?

Why am I stuck in an unchangeable pattern?

I strike every hour.

Same routine.

I make the same sound.

Every second.

People glance up at me to check the time.

But then walk away.

They are moving.

Why am I stuck staying still? 

I want to change.

Let me change.

On my own time.

 
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