The clock stops…and we restart it again by forcing hands, self-destructive plans, rotting bands, all mine.
The time is broken, words are just spoken, and all of the tokens, you wasted on the last train out of this dust ridden frame of mind.
Stop the clock, sixty seconds to breathe, stop the rocking, you’re just standing still.
Break the face, hold the hands in strings, time that does not exist, eat the sweet fruit away and save the rind.
No more, stopping the ticking on,
Before, more than deserving.
Stop the talking, start walking, easy no, but callouses I’ve built are strong enough to walk, words stop, worthless play, no more [blank]…