but i feel it as just a cold prick and a heavy kick,
the sun runs from east to west
no change, its still working like clockwork,
but the day gets smaller and smaller for me, the old wreck,
the nature’s show of might is no different
it is still clockwork,
i feel as if the heaven is stomping me
who knows? it is god’s work,
the tree is growing into the air every second
it takes more than a stare to understand that
it is working clockwork,
the pain is creeping up all the time
with every tick of the clock
and the clock hardly cares
it is simple clockwork!
the world seems to be lost in its work
wretched me!! i am stuck.
the world is working like clockwork.