The Power of the Clock

I sit and ponder to the melody of muse,
Doth time control all, or am I misguided?
For if any soul be more than a mindless misuse,
and while passion’s crucial catalyst remains undecided,
then I conclude time must be mankind’s controlling spark.
The driving force to all of man’s passions
be simply two hands ticking and turning time to bark
orders at man and tame his actions.
If time be not the shepherd in command,
And we be not sheep susceptible to whim,
then I believe that we are capable of unrestrained demand
in a life that I now deem so grim.
In cessation I wholly believe the clock is God
And human passion is controlled by His prod.

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