Many times I've been alone.

L.T.= "Long and Winding Road" by The Beatles


I kind of wanna write a poem. A really, sporadic and meaningless poem. Care to watch me try?

the silver clock ticks
i've heard it several times
its tune is getting old
like a waterfall

always running
always ticking
it will not become new
like an unopened birthday gift

stranded in the desert
it will not become new
it will tick
same old, same old

sometimes it ticks slower
others faster, and faster still
it sounds the same
tick tock... tock tick

it won't change my day
nor will it change my night
it will not change me
if it does not change itself

tick, the silver clock
tick, i wish it was golden
maybe it would tick different
if it was golden

my silver clock.
stop ticking, please.

Currently Feeling: Confused

The Word of the Day: Cork