A Grand Unfixable Theft
Dear Clock,
With each tick you seem to remind me that time is always racing ahead
The seconds, the minutes, the hours weave together a thin thread
Pushing and pulling me forth
Yet I am like a lost ship searching for the star that will point them north
For with each shimmy of your delicate hand I am thrown closer to the stormy waves of change
This future you have planned for me seems uncertain and strange
My eyes hidden behind thick glass can’t keep up with your pace
They are stuck squinting trying to see into deep space
But they can hardly make out the moon
And your white orb smeared with numbers seems to croon
Look at me instead
And at your words my vision seems to blur a trickle at a time each blink matches your tick with a sickening dread
For I am told any minute on that clock can cause my worst fear to be true
Trapped in a world without sight I can no longer see the crystal droplets of the morning dew
Please clock you seem to hold my fate in your hands
Don’t let the precious visibility become an hourglass that drips each grain of sand
Till there is only nothing left
A grand unfixable theft