On the sixty first minute of every passing hour

I sit here deliberate wonder where the power comes

From, as the second hand on clock towers backward spun

Contemplating all the time that the pendulum swung

Let the continuum run, through the membranes and Endgames

From memories won, now the epiphany’s gone

And it’s fallen by the wayside, insight manifested

And its shattered all of your pride, battered by the high tide

While swimming ashore, attempt to use this spare day to seek & explore

The horizon’s of the past and the future in store

For this week that has eight days, how you askin’ for more?

Momentary bliss and inspirational thoughts

While your wasting away with a dysfunctional watch

The keeper of the courtyard extended his plot

To deceive you into twisting chronological knots

In the timeline of happiness, reality lost

Until you finally realize that the turret has stopped

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One year and one day, so sick I wanna run away

Now It’s one year and One Day, Come back and Meet me half way

Now It’s one year and one day, and these hand stop moving

One year and one day, Let the Time Keep proving…

One year, one day in the 25th hour

The 53rd week, same damn clock tower

Yet the hands haven’t moved, calibrations help you prove

That the timing is right, you got nothing to lose

Then you ponder what to press no button for snooze

They can’t provide you any service with your sweater and boots

Minutes loosen the noose, of the Movado you choose

When its choking your wrist cause I believe its abused

But it’s a ticking time bomb that’s not simply diffused

Then the oscillator pushes and the powers removed

No hands pressing on so your worries improve

Let the minutes turn to hours, find the time to let loose

Then you turn on channel ten to discover the news

That a gear inside busted, restoration ensued

And all that’s let now is to tighten the screws

Soon youre left to mull over how the present is used

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You had one day to change the three things you stand for

Five words to say the sixth oath you swore

Seven janky letters that led you to the eighth door

Back to the elevator, UP to the ninth floor

Clock chimes ten the hands are moving again

And now your stuck wondering remembering when

You had an extra day, times were simpler then

But you took that time for granted it was foolishly spent

Now you’re back in the routine, stuck in cement

So if you get an extra chance you don’t need my consent

To live it to the fullest with no life of regret

But don’t take my word even ben can attest

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