I am a ghost, a relic,
the wedding gown left lying down.
I am crippled, a ripple in a wave,
no more than the light in the day.
I am a sunset, a mere humans pet,
nothing more than a failure at etiquette.
I am a clock, the breathe of a new noun,
a dictionary lost in a libraries crown.
I am a solid rock, the host of a burning sock,
you know what they say;
every bird has its day,
every phoenix will rise,
every star will shine,
every night has its day,
every toll booth must be paid,
every tick has a tock,
every sea has a wave,
every left has a right,
as day swiftly moves to night.