Hands of Time

The clocks,
They mock us

They say one cannot control time
Yet they hold it in their hands

Every tick, a second closer
To the end

Time heals us
It mends the broken
And melts the frozen hearts

We have no control over time
All we can do is wait it out
While the clocks just tick away
Putting their power into play

Without the clocks,
Does time exist?
Or are we stuck
In never-ending bliss?

Ignorance is what it is
Without time, we can’t keep track
Then we’ll lose these moments,
And never get them back

So beware the clocks
The masters of time
They’re numbering your days
And numbering mine