Ode to the Clock

O clock in your mechanical form,

In your eternal state, you tick tick away.

Your tiny, fashioned wings go round and round,

Reminding us of every moment that passes.

You force us to make quick decisions, 

And, in a flash, our lives change forever.

From dawn to dusk, you whisk away,

The diminishing time limit on our brief lives.

You stare down at our every move, 

Like an angel watching over us from room to room.

Searching for a moment of pure serendipity,

In a world full of extraordinary circumstances.

As a carousel shows a collection of time,

So does the clock.

For if only it could speak,

O the stories it could tell.

O clock let your hourglass run free,

Because the only thing stopping my life,

Is the internal tick inside me.

<3 Miss Toe