Tick.
I hear a lonely heart-shaped clock that goes
a-tick tock tick tock - then it stopped - I look -
Tock.
- When the rhythm - had
come amiss,
I fear that it may not start again.
I -
ra-a-attle it
and I -
sha-a-ake it
to no avail.
Maybe (j
ust maybe
!)
The day before I -
I dropped it on a stranger's hand a li-i-ttle rough
ly and yesterday
he threw it back - at - me mu -
much too roughly.
I open it and
I see
this
wheel
goes
to
this
knob
goes
to
that
wheel
where?
I close it again - hurriedly.
????
????
????
????
????
?this?
?knob?
????
was still there.
It looks painful -
It shouldn't be there.
It hurts when I touch it.
t it t
e won't e
a come a
r off r
s s
I -
twi-i-ist it
and I -
tur-ur-urn it.
Tick.
It beats again.
Ticks me back to life, so silent
ly. Tocks my pain away - be quiet -
tick tock tick tock - that's my clock.
T'morrow I shall drop it in his hands again.
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