The Clock Poem by Tony B.B.

The Clock



Indifferent to both urgency and idleness
the clock counts on and on and on
mocking my lack of productivity
minute by minute, hour by hour
as I sit and wonder
what side of sleep
I am on
And what I will encounter
In the many dreams to come.

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