Tock of This Clock
Tock of this clock, she perceives you within the snags of unvanquished walks for an unpremeditated existence! What are you attempting to screen within this world and friendliness of the heart at large? I crave with dominant curiosity, what beats underneath your secreted time! If I fell under your enchantment and broke the glass of your safekeeping, I wonder if your legs would trip my own collapse! Outlined within quick magnitudes of forged gold, you ring out toward her life and passing, all within one alarm, for I could never achieve a rightful conscious of lined freedom! Tock of this clock, I flock to the tock and protest of artists at bay! Gay and as freedom chimes, we rise as one!