Clock keep on moving
Don’t run out yet
As the hand starts to slow
The Watcher forgets
That Time doesn’t care
That the clock’s met its end
It’s merely to measure
The world’s fourth dimension
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Clock keep on moving
Don’t run out yet
As the hand starts to slow
The Watcher forgets
That Time doesn’t care
That the clock’s met its end
It’s merely to measure
The world’s fourth dimension