Time

The clock , it ticks

The time , it sticks

The light , it shifts

It makes him feel sick

The hours , seem slow

Minutes , don't flow

Seconds , are few

But it still , shows

Time drags on

Days are so long

Where do I belong?

The time , it passes

The clock , harasses

The clock travels

Slower than molasses

Time seems dead

Frozen in his head

The day has no end

Exactly what he dreads

Time drags on

Days are so long

Where do I belong?

Moments last forever

He wants them severed

Like with a cleaver

And get his mind together

Tomorrow may go easier

Time may pass in a blur

Tomorrow is still so far

Until then , he just Grrrs!

Time drags on

Days are so long

Where do I belong?

A normal paced day

Nothing to make him gray

It would be great

For now he will pray

The time drags and drags on

Days seem to be so very long

I don't know where I belong