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watch the watcher

 watching the clock spin

as we all spin

and we all spend 

our time in 

our timing

come find it

confinement 

and i 

i’ve come to know

i cannot grow

past this

passed that

all i have is

imagine

no past tense

imagined 

by you

your truth

it burns a hole in me

never to be free


never to be free

it all came and went before me

all set in stone

was formed for  before me

before me 

clock on the wall

numbers go on

numbers go all

before me

so long

soon to never be gone

belong

nowhere

there’s no where 

to be 

oh to be

free

is the wall

that watches 

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