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.