Clocktower

Locked out of the clocktower on a late night Autumn walk
I was hoping for some time alone to clear my thoughts and unwind Neighbor stopped to talk, something about construction on the block
I was thinking “I don’t really mind, I don’t really like to drive”
But I lacked the strength to simply stand there and disagree
Everyone’s aways searching for that easy camaraderie

Could have climbed the marble stairs
Pulled on all the levers that they keep up there
Guarded by the mice who never have any plans
Dancing to the music of the ticking hands
Working hard then soon enough I’m climbing the ranks
Just beneath the one who operates the cranks
Whispers of a secret plot to turn back time
They’re dripping from the leaders down through the pipeline
They’re saying that it’s simple, you have to close your eyes then this is what you do:
Realize the past, the present, and the future all are inside you

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock