Sometimes

Sometimes I feel like my clock is growing tired Once healthy hands now trudge through the seconds Barely making it through the hour Just... Tired

Sometimes Sometimes I feel like it's my fault But how? When destiny is what made the clock... Mine A determined one, always ready to march forward But it's now unkempt, beyond dysfunctional

Although the clock was always mine I feel separate from time itself As if my purpose is quaking away in fear In fear of... The Future

The inevitable will forever be lurking behind the shadows of reason Patiently waiting for "The Moment" To catch me off guard Hinging its Jaws to make defeat bleed out of me

But I stay rooted Consistently like the nodding of the hour hand As sturdy as the alignment of the 12 soldiers That remain in their respectful position... Waiting