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THE HANDS OF TIME

(T. Beechey)

I'm seeking validation
For why I've been allowed
Among the population
In the midst of the crowd
But I'm no closer proving
What I am here for
And the hands of time keep moving
A second less, a second more

I'm hunting for some evidence
To justify my worth
And a purpose for my presence
Upon the planet Earth
But I'm no closer learning
What I am here for
And the hands of time keep turning
A second less, a second more

The hands of time continue on undaunted in their race
Even as I write, another second's gone and another fills its space
Meanwhile, in the middle, is as far as I have trekked
For solutions to a riddle whose solving goes unchecked

I'm sifting through the remnants
Of a life I never knew
While surrounded by the fragrance
Of someone who once was you
But I'm no closer finding
What I'm looking for
And the hands of time keep winding
A second less, a second more

I'm searching through my yesterdays
For who I used to be
While enveloped in the haze
Of your faded memory
But I'm no closer knowing
What I'm looking for
And the hands of time keep going
A second less, a second more

The hands of time continue on, they don't believe in rest
Even as I write, another second's gone and another's to be guessed
Meanwhile, in the middle, Is where I stand and wait
For solutions to a riddle whose solving wears no date