I hate clocks, always have, They're everywhere marking time as it passes. Two arms and two halves, Woe betide he who time's laws trespasses. I hate clocks, always will, Reminding me of how little time is left. With its ticks and tocks so eerily shrill, The transience of life I never forget. One day when I was in the hillside, Living life like time had stopped. I saw a house and peered inside, And the madness I saw can not be topped. Clocks on every wall, Clocks with bells and clocks with doors. Clocks big and clocks small, Clocks that made my weary eyes sore. I realized time had not stood still, The clocks made it eerily clear. My hope and joy time sought to kill, As it has done year to year. I ran face first into a wall, Hoping to conquer time and end my misery. All went black as I began to fall, At least there's no time in eternity.