Second Hand
The second hand loudly in my head
Battering me against the inside of my skull
Keenly aware of the arrival of each
Forever haunted by the passing of each
Awaiting the one that will never come
Never enough time.
The second hand loudly in my head
Battering me against the inside of my skull
Keenly aware of the arrival of each
Forever haunted by the passing of each
Awaiting the one that will never come
Never enough time.