tick, tick, tick
Tick, tick, tick
People think I have it easy
With my sturdy oak den
And my simple duty
There's no stormy sea
No need to bob aimlessly
No need to gasp for breath
Rod up my spine, I swing like a puppet
From right to left
From dull to mad
From stale to stunned
From grey to red
There's no middle ground, no balance
No anchor to find a fixed position
No barrel to strike laughs with
No wheel to escape with
No hand to hold
Just dead weight
Tick, tick, tick
My pale prayer, is that this will pass soon
But just like time, it's a delicate delusion
In the heart of a merciless typhoon
YOU ARE READING
tick, tick, tick
PoetryNote: Bob, Rod, Barrel, Escape Wheel, Anchor, Hand & Weight are parts of a pendulum clock
