My bored poems

The days are counted by a clock.

I see a wall. I see lines on it,
white lines. From what i know those usually are used to count days.
But why so many, entire wall is covered in them. Well, not exactly.
When i walk across it it ended with some space for couple more lines, not many but it's a fact.
Other can be said when i started walking the other way.
After some time i noticed another bigger line which was a border, after i crossed it the wall never ended. After that there was no days marked.
Why?
Because i didn't knew where to start in the first place. Border is just there to tell from where i begun marking the end.