Playing Mind Games Poem by Phil Soar
Playing Mind Games
I keep watching time on the watch on my wrist
Knowing that seconds and minutes exist
If I ever lose sight of the hours that fly by
Perhaps it will be someone poked at my eye
I keep dreaming nightly that all my clocks stopped
That my photographs vanish and have been clipped and cropped
It looks like my mind is determined to see
If it can go mental without affecting me
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