It’s all history…

And time just stopped,
a moment you can grasp
finally an inch of a clock
that you can almost get your hands on.

Built from the ground up
The clock tower will always boom
It’s salutation to time
and it’s non-essence.

For there is no else
but yourself’s self
as the minute hands continue
Encroaching on your damn goals.

There is still more to do
always more to do, always
unflinching in the way
life isn’t sometimes.

But for time to beat
its waves to create
A steely past
That we can mould like plasticine
That’s all we do.

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