Turning Cogs
Tick tock goes the clock
The clock yells "get up for school"
I smack it and tell it to shut up
The clock does not make me tick
It simply creates the misery
That stop the cogs from turning
Click click goes the car
Telling me to not be late
I make it run a mile to school
And leave it on a street to rest
It reminds me of my new independence
That wipe the dust off the cogs
Bring bring goes the bell
Telling me its time for a break
Within four minutes it yells at me "the break is over"
Almost like the clock
The sound reminds me of how important this is
And makes the cogs work slowly
Tap tap goes the keyboard
Working and working away
The spacebar takes the slaps
The keys take the pokes
To help me create a video masterpiece
As the cogs work intensely
Bring bring goes the bell
As I say goodbye to the hard working keyboard
That never fails to put a smile on my face
Click click goes the car
Saying how it missed me so
Hm hm I say to myself
As I contemplate the future in my head
Merely a dream hoping to be a reality
Someday in the world
As I dream that beautiful dream
I remember what gets me to tick
What turns my cogs
That little keyboard
That works so hard
To form my magnificent masterpieces
When I think of that keyboard
I remember the first time it made me tick
The first time it made the cogs work intensely
As I sit there
I smile
And remember the time I first thought
What the Little Engine thought
To make his cogs turn
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
I know I can
The cogs turn intensely
The first time I thought it
The cogs turn intensely
When I still think about it
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