The clock on the wall

knows life

much better than me


the hands of the clock

they know to move slowly

and they still make it on time


the tick of the clock

it stays on beat

and doesn’t venture off


the one knows to give the two a turn

and the eleven to the twelve


Even the springs and bolts and pieces

have wisdom

they know to stay in their place

But how boring it would be to be a clock

and never venture off