The clock it ticks
The time it sticks
The light it shifts
But he still feels sick
The hours seem slow
Minutes don't flow
Seconds are few
But he doesn't show
The time it passes
The clock it harasses
The day travels
Slower than molasses
The time seemed dead
Frozen in his head
The day has no end
Exactly what he dreads
Moments last forever
He wants them severed
Like with a cleaver
And get his mind together
Tomorrow may go easier
Time might pass in a blur
Tomorrow is still so far
But until..he just grrrrs
A normal paced day
Nothing to make him gray
It would be great
For now he just prays
©firefly
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