VERSE ONE:
talking to aliens through the phone
words are not needed when emotions are full
this child in me; unborn, well-kept,
is 6 years old, hidden beneath the sheets
torch in one hand, anxieties in the other
praying for a burglar, to help me find the treasure
of a family secret, buried in me
i gouged my heart out from its ribcage
it cried to be put back in
i painted my pupils rose-red over white,
as a reminder of what it was like
being fresh out of hell, dangling with discomfort
"when will my life begin? the moment that it's over?"
CHORUS:
how small our problems are...
in this universe we float in
disastrous as it is, death ceases to exist...
to all those who succumb to it
are we the first of our kind?
the first, to step on the earth
the first to tell a tale of time
first to live, and first to die
VERSE TWO:
humans are alien, aliens are human,
if you're with me, raise your hand
take a trip to your true land
it's not worth it, if you're working towards a goal that's non-existent
time's not real, if it can't be reversed
if the needles are knives, and it rules our lives for us
but it sits on no throne, it stands on no foothold
it's our minds playing tricks on us
because...
time is hands dancing
peace is worlds joining
hope is joy crying
love is intertwining
(CHORUS)
BRIDGE:
i dial random phone numbers, hoping someone, would pick up
i guess the line's cut, unrepaired for years
my mind's in a rut, i need you to be here
time is hands dancing
peace is worlds joining
hope is joy crying
love is intertwining
(CHORUS)
YOU ARE READING
CLOCKWORK.
Poesíatravel back in time with me - dedicated to the times when my heart was overflowing with love.
