THE CLOCK STOPS

 

hold on, pains end 

our life is for rent 

sadness and sorrows are life’s spices 

we are born with different devices 

the chiming of bells rings life 

born without our consent is dire  

this breathe is not assigned but borrowed 

pride flows inward but it is hollowed 

destiny travels to us incognito

falsehood powers called veto 

age is just a nonsensical idiosyncrasies

our madness is in peculiarities

the more we live, the more the golden hair 

our foolishness and wisdom will be inherited by our heir 

life is a terrible short trip 

for all courageous, lazy, daredevils and wimp

for every move you make, time dissolves 

nano seconds gone with no resolve 

we live like we are promised tomorrow 

concocted naivety, a gory overmorrow 

when the clock stops 

our lives comes to a halt 

pain and sickness holds no fort 

any judgment ahead is your fault 

@talk2leigh

(X & insta)

9:28am

6 June 2025