stumbling round the clock
oh how the days tick by
we've been here a hundred years
and none of us know why
we must have missed a cue
or let momentum die
it's odd, I think, how slow they move
or perhaps it's only I—midnight thoughts
©️2019
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stumbling round the clock
oh how the days tick by
we've been here a hundred years
and none of us know why
we must have missed a cue
or let momentum die
it's odd, I think, how slow they move
or perhaps it's only I—midnight thoughts
©️2019