Poem: Clock Time

" Clock Time "

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tock.

The hands of a clock.

Measuring time within time.

Read once, read twice, read once again.

Read between the lines.

Electronic and print media don't always say the truth.

Well not the complete whole truth.

Reach across, hold my hand.

Reach across for where you stand.

Where you stand is not where you stand.

Where you deceive yourself, that is where you stand.

You look upon something but you do not know what you see.

Lips say one thing but the says a different thing.

Look for answers, try at least to find them.

Don't go blind when you discover you do not like them.

What is there to see, what is there to be.

Body aches, police crimes, supposed justice.

How can that happen when everyone is guilty of or committed some crime.

Now, I ask you to take my mind.

Take it away.

I give it freely, it is yours to take.

But beware of the secrets they might jump out and bite you.

Enough, enough, enough of this talk.

It is time for pleasure or if you want something relaxing lets make it leisure.

Tick, tock, tick, tock.

You see, you hear.

It is a clock, yes a clock.

Open your eyes, it the counting time.

Open your mind, it is count down your time.

Open your life, for time, to time.

Clock time.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier