a pendelum swings left slowly right
in its attempt to trace what is time
some sit and stare at their swinging spheres,
their grandfather clocks, their blank white walls
"why i am i still here?" said the soul who sees it all
tee minus three through tee minus one
the longer stick of the two budges, click
at the tone the time will sync in movement with the sun
shadows cast upon past eye's trails
every grain of sand drops soft in this sand dropping clock.
in its attempt to trace what is time
some sit and stare at their swinging spheres,
their grandfather clocks, their blank white walls
"why i am i still here?" said the soul who sees it all
tee minus three through tee minus one
the longer stick of the two budges, click
at the tone the time will sync in movement with the sun
shadows cast upon past eye's trails
every grain of sand drops soft in this sand dropping clock.
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