5/7/20
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I look at the clock in all it's ticking glory
It's morning yet night
The sky is lit with silvery light
As the clock keeps vainly tick tick ticking
I step out from behind the walls I've made home,
Into the glistening shadow of twilight
The resting place of quiet thoughts and hushed silence
Where the world's asleep but thrives without a word
My street is empty of cars and people
Only my thoughts accompany me on my late journey through the dark
Each footstep I take like muted notes on a piano
I walk and walk as time ticks on,
Until I look up and I'm back where I've begun,
The path I followed went around the block
Back to the place I can never outrun,
A treadmill without equal,
A battle that can never be won
A dark place with four walls
And a clock that just keeps ticking on
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Inspired by the night sky outside my house tonight. It's currently 4am and I've never felt like taking a walk more than at this moment.
-K.
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