Tick. Tock. Ting.

Tick tock, the days around the clock simply aren't what they seem
Pretty faces and Grand ol' places have me wondering what they mean.

There.  There it is.  Today.  A point.  A person.  Words.  I...hear them.

"You know Will, we only need what we have.  Anything we don't have, we don't need."
 
Brilliance.

And now..

I step on a stepping stool.
To reach the high wall
Where my clock hangs
higher than I am tall

I paint the new numbers
And wind the new spring
I set the clock back
And look at the thing

Yet again my life changes
The clock tells me yet
Of new perspectives
I'll never forget

Do I read it by number?
By sign? 
By day?
Do I judge my new clock by the words it might say?

This brilliant old thing
Has always been changing!
I'm illiterate now
that I'm arranging

The numbers by faces
The faces by days
The days through the places
And the places I stay...


Become more worth knowing
As I need them now
Now that I've heard
Wise words and just how

They've affected me so
In so many ways!
Just think of the plans
I'll have for my days

Now that I'm set
With a wonderful mind
Keeping in step
Keeping in time

With the new clock he gave me
Through his little notion
Unknowingly set
my cogs into motion

I don't need the girls
The drugs or the booze
I just have so much!
I don't have the room!

The room where I am
Is the best room to be
The best gear is here
With little old me

My friends are pristine
My parents are gold
My life is a wonder
Just to behold

I need everything
Because everything I need
Is right here sitting
This close to me

Stop.   You put the "here" in "there." 

Making it everywhere.

Disjointed.  Disassembled .

Break the rhymes.

Stop.

...do you hear that?


Tick tock, the days around the clock simply aren't what they seem
Pretty faces and Grand ol' places have me wondering what they mean.