Poetry

Clock

Tick-tock goes the clock for all but the dead.

It goes up and down, fast and slow but never stops.

Craters fill, mountains fall and I feel so small.

Could causality be the only thing to cause anxiety?

If ever the clock went back, only for a day or two, how neat would it be to you?

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