17. Wristwatch

I guess this little wristwatch

Controls everything I do

(My every little move)

But I could never do without

Strange, to be defined by a machine

And one so small!

Everything I did and everything I saw

Everyday was set by this watch I set everyday

We are defined by time,

A mere idea of men!

So we are prisoners of our own thought,

I can’t comprehend

Tied up in our own minds,

Tied up by our concepts of time

And this wristwatch keeps me running around,

I can’t be late, I can’t be late

As it runs and whirs and clicks

Of gears and metal grate,

And if it stopped, I’d be free,

But if it stopped, I’d be late

The End

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