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The clock hands are running far from us relentlessly. Voyeuristic wall support it with all of her available flesh. We can just watch it out of focus, so blurred, helpless with our hands tied. Wondering how did that one year,that one month,that one day,that one moment happened which changed it all forever.
Breath fogging up the glasses forgot to replenish the warmth in their particles. They behave like the sulken hearted patient who is unable to make you laugh with their unbounded cackle. Raining thoughts but never enough to make a statement of truth in this world of selfish gesture. That moment of reckoning when you dig through one hole and land up miles ahead into another.
The time of unconditional love or is it unrequited, the bemused grey matter is not worthy of such enlightenment. Moments keep passing by staring the strangers, you pick one of them and then let them go again. The clock is a lonely one, I understand her position. I become the clock and my hands force the decisions.
Alas I don't want to live forever because our mortality is the only boon,curiousity with a predefined margin also dies with time. When moving through the wheel of life enough times our soul is reclusive of the hidden facts. It all means nothing, just a broken bridge to mend with bare hands. The gaze of clock is now sharp and the shadow points the sun is going down.
Maybe time allows me a second chance, but I fear it might be a cruel joke, a trojan horse which stabs me in the ankle and makes me mortally weak. Though I pick up the harpoon and throw it in vaccum to catch her, someone already floats with it and tarnishes my name. Bottle has the enigmatic quality to let me forget the time.
A doorknob with no sides, a puppet with infinite strings, a clock without the seconds. Use me as a friend but I will not budge from our path of riding the sunset, besides or with will not matter as the end approaches. As you take it all away and I stumble on the blind alleyway, all I can think is of the hands of the clock which resemble your smile. So understanding and always there but not mine.
Breath fogging up the glasses forgot to replenish the warmth in their particles. They behave like the sulken hearted patient who is unable to make you laugh with their unbounded cackle. Raining thoughts but never enough to make a statement of truth in this world of selfish gesture. That moment of reckoning when you dig through one hole and land up miles ahead into another.
The time of unconditional love or is it unrequited, the bemused grey matter is not worthy of such enlightenment. Moments keep passing by staring the strangers, you pick one of them and then let them go again. The clock is a lonely one, I understand her position. I become the clock and my hands force the decisions.
Alas I don't want to live forever because our mortality is the only boon,curiousity with a predefined margin also dies with time. When moving through the wheel of life enough times our soul is reclusive of the hidden facts. It all means nothing, just a broken bridge to mend with bare hands. The gaze of clock is now sharp and the shadow points the sun is going down.
Maybe time allows me a second chance, but I fear it might be a cruel joke, a trojan horse which stabs me in the ankle and makes me mortally weak. Though I pick up the harpoon and throw it in vaccum to catch her, someone already floats with it and tarnishes my name. Bottle has the enigmatic quality to let me forget the time.
A doorknob with no sides, a puppet with infinite strings, a clock without the seconds. Use me as a friend but I will not budge from our path of riding the sunset, besides or with will not matter as the end approaches. As you take it all away and I stumble on the blind alleyway, all I can think is of the hands of the clock which resemble your smile. So understanding and always there but not mine.
