Poems

Clockwork

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Outside I see balloons;

they float,

but never pop.

I dance,

I spin,

I power the clock.

Although I always consider

giving the outside a shot.

I leave the tower,

and open the doors

at the bottom of the clock.

However, I soon learned

that I am forever

confined to the top.

I am to dance,

until my time stops.