• Life goes on,
    ever slowly another day is gone.
    Clocks endless ticking,
    gears constantly kicking.
    As if in slow motion,
    time what a wonderful notion.
    Sighing as time goes bye,
    unable to focus though I try.
    Gentle silence broken,
    by times mechanic token.
    Hands moving round,
    insistant ticking the only sound.
    Dreamlike tendrils slip across my vision,
    awake to see the sun has risen.
    Woken by the revolving arms,
    those retched alarms.
    Watch the end to another day,
    this morning I so wish to delay.
    Yet time moves on,
    even when we're gone.