Journey Back To Center

Published January 11, 2018 by tindertender

Mystical Clock

When my time comes
Will you still love me,
Or will you toss me aside
Like a worn out shoe?

Days and nights
Made of hours and minutes
Visited by seekers
Wanting answers I cannot give.

I clean, I wait.
I work, rest, and ponder what is.
Inside I know the way,
Consciously I do not remember.

I chuckle sometimes
At the clever weaving of knowledge.
It really could not be any better,
In and out of dreams.

Awake, I am curious,
Am I sleeping?
Asleep seems more like waking,
A journey escalated.

A journey escalated,
Questions chosen for time.
Time winds down once more,
Few seem to care.

Senses are embraced,
For soon they will not be.
Sooner than I dare say,
Reboot.

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