CLOCKWISE
Going in circles all day again,
The days string a ring of endless time. Can’t even breathe or take a stand, Clocks go around, an hour a chime. Routines are the way they are, What can stop the ticking clock? Run away to a place that’s far, Watching all those shooting stars. On the edge I am teetering. I’m on the edge of being free. Free to see what you’ve come to be, I think I see you in my dreams. You’re in a pit of fiery seas, Drowning in hell’s agony, Wheezing a plea you cannot breathe. Come to me, I’ll take you back. Counter the clock and turn the dime, Swimming back to the break in time. Before I lost you, before you were mine. And begin again – clockwise. |