A Broken Clock is Always On Time Twice a Day
A Broken Clock is Always On Time Twice a Day
What is a clock if it does not tell time?
No more a mirror of life.
The once infinity pool to the soul.
Time must be lost. Is it not?
For certain, now lost passage.
The infinite becomes finite.
The hands of time have lost the war
No more momentum.
Struggle for survival has ceased.
Perpetually deceased.
The clock's ticking paralyzed.
Frozen at the moment of death.
Its new purpose is to act as an infinite reminder.
Hopefully remembered, possibly forgotten.
Its fleeting existence existed twice.
But never ringing thrice.








