Questioning The Clocks

A silent vow, eternal bet, the time goes by without a clock
The metronome of living life, solid as a steady rock
Machinery, a useless toy, a key that's meant to not unlock
All the clocks that tick along are simply there for time to mock

Hours, days and months and years, boundaries that they all create
Grasping all to be controlled, trying to recriminate
Piecing puzzles wrong again, searching for a cleaner slate
Nothing quite right in its place, surrender at the open gate

Crucial time does not exist; time will never have a drought
Not a room, end partakes, not without a waking doubt
Angels, demons, truth and lies, of these things, are you without?
Not a soul can contemplate, set in stone, etched in route

Questions come, answers hide, game of hide and seek is found
Should not know, not meant to be the only truth, a song renowned
Ominous, a prying eye, the larger view, surreal surround
Clocks, merely empty shells, ticking time had truly wound

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