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68. Clockwork

When bewildered by my daily duties
I erase all memories of internal thought
I just do as I am told and live in comfort
Forgiving all torment that life has brought

At times, rarely, when the moon is frustrated
And the creases of my mind are flooding with nerve
I sit back for a moment and breathe a few more
Review life’s tragedies, comedies, and observe

How I strongly wish to do nothing at all
But to stare at a blank wall in vain
Be eliminated from all hell and mischief
All responsibilities gone; what a shame!

I long for the minute hand to calm down for a while
I wish to drug it until it dozes away
In fact, I could willingly diminish that watch
So it would not smile at me any more in dismay

Surely, time would begin devouring itself
Until nothing was left of it but cannibal clocks
They would fight ‘til the last scrap of metal is gone
No more heart wrenching chorus of tick-tocks

Enclosed in a chamber of nothingness would be splendid
Laying on my back, oblivious to science and space
I would shrivel from insanity and boredom disease
And my conscience, to itself, would be a disgrace
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