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
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