
The clock dials my passing life
I look up, searching for the divine
But who am I kidding?
There is not up there
I want to run away
I want to escape.
The clock hits me hard
I wish it'd stop
But i know it won't
I'm lying to myself
There's noone else
Just I,
Alone, In the solitude of my mind
By Janet Sanchez
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