The Clock Has Eyes

Unfulfillment hammers another nail in your coffin as your eyes, like the sea, ebb and flow over the hands of the clock. Don't you know that time only haunts you if you keep waiting for its passing? That with each fluctuation of your unsettled tides, the hours are the only constant thing? That the clock is watching you watch it, watch your life go by, watch your thoughts wander around the entrapment of your boxed in mind. What if you made time a living thing so it could not haunt you anymore? So you could not awaken startled at dawn by the ghoulish whispers of tick-tocking. If time is alive, time is nurtured; time can grow and expand, as can your perception of time itself.