Jul 3, 2019
Broken Clocks
Time is all we got, time is all there is, time will always tell.
Staring at broken clocks wondering how long time will continue to hold me hostage within myself.
Victim of my mind, prisoner to my thoughts as the road narrows and begins unwinding.
Never thought it would take this long but I guess that's what people mean by perfect timing.
Until then the leaves fall and I do my best to navigate the wind while waiting for the storm to stop.
Moments go by my gaze catches the sky as my hopes begin to drop, forever in eternities embrace with no existence one could trace, lost in time my only friend is this broken clock.