Bard
CLIPCLOP COCONUT
When do seconds become sheep,
And sheep take me to that place
The ticking clock can't get me?
No fences here, just a face.
Yeah, I see you. A real slick face.
And those hands! Twisted, always
Turning but never to embrace me,
Just to drag me on. "Time always tells!"
They say, but tells what?
How worthless I am, how I can't
Get anything right, how I can't
Make this stick, how I can't
Be myself, or how I can't
Exhale, or how I can't
Cry, or how I can't
How I can't
--
Fall asleep.
Silence makes you more profound.
It should be commended -- so much
Expression in that one sound.
Gears turning in my head, and yours!
Tick. Tock. Just to drag me on.
Mindless clicking, I'll lay here 'till
I realize what?
How worthless I am? Yes, it hurts
To think I'll always fail, it hurts
When I'm alone, and it hurts
Even with friends, it hurts
As I breathe in, it hurts
To smile,and it hurts
Oh, how it hurts
To fall asleep.
