The Clock by Vincent Caiazzo

In it's simplest form
A non-significant state
The calm before the storm
It's hard not to anticipate
It's a tireless force
Or a whimsical song
It has no remorse
It sees no wrong
Will stare you in the face
And watch from afar
It's sees no color or race
It cares not who you are
Forever never ending
And constantly in motion
Possibly could be descending
And is older than the oceans
Time

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