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I watch the second hand.
Its travel around the clock is slow
But closer to the goal
Why do we watch the clock?
When it symbolizes the end of our time
We are each running in circles.
Seconds ticking by
Another rotation
Seconds but closer
Till the batteries die
Much can happen in a second
Too much in a minute
Take a breather close your eyes
You’re a minute closer to the time you die
So much can happen in a minute
Across the street
A little boy dies
His ball fell into the road
The driver didn’t have time
The mother she cries.
Cries for the second she could have grabbed his hand.
And you
You sat there breathing
A minute for you
A second too late
Closer and closer
Until the battery dies
Batteries
Such fickle things
One minute they can be so full of life
Next the second hand seems to stick
What do we do with this knowledge?
We walk in circles
Same routine
Round and round
The second hand travels
Sixty seconds a minutes gone by
Three thousand six hundred seconds and you’re an hour shy
Same routine
Over and over
Another rotation
I watch the second hand
And wait for my batteries to die
- by Afterlove2death |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/03/2015 |
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- Title: seconds
- Artist: Afterlove2death
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- Date: 03/03/2015
- Tags: somedays
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