I put a lock on the clock
tied its hands with rope
if that made time still
halt its fast gallop!

There was an eerie silence
as lay dead the tool
with time now my slave
I could take it cool!

With there nothing to pass
I felt the burden off me
to lie back and relax
lead a life sans hurry!

For a while it seemed so nice
my time was what I liked to be
reading and writing and dreaming
walk hourless freely!

But soon boredom got me
grew a void of unease
a dead clock wasn’t that good
closed time killed my peace!

Time’s passage the timekeeper speaks
so we aren’t complacent too free
but keep the flow somewhat disciplined
by following a tool friendly!

The lonely willow feels the call
Beside a windswept waterfall
The pool of water at its feet
Crystal blue so wild and deep
Is flowing to the endless sea
While singing songs in harmony

The lighthouse flashes warning calls
A sailing ship so fair and tall
Navigates a course to meet
The lonely songs that ring so sweet
The old familiar call at sea
That beckons endless harmony

Wounded boards of cardboard dreams
Smelt in cities and lucid screams

Rusty nail driven in blasted souls
Wake me up and make us crawl

Bound by the ties of constant sorrow
The daylight ends, there is no tomorrow