I enclose a smile
In this dusty envelope
To your lonely boney mind
Hickory Dickory Dock
They live inside the clock
Waiting for the hours to strike
Like hammers down
To hurt your head
And make you over think
They live inside the gears
Patience isn't born into them all
They are stuck inside their boredoms
Struck by all anticipations
I'm dumbstruck
By the drizzle of time