THE WATCH

THE WATCH

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
The seconds hand of the clock,

what is it saying? I dared to ask.
Different things at different places,
it speaks all the languages in the world,
anyone that listen shall understand.
Time is a universal phenomena,
it in fact talks to all.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
The seconds hand of the clock,
where is it going to? I dared to ask.
An end that no one ever perceived;
Where is it coming from? I dared to ask.
Way before humanity was conceived;
the origin and destination of time
remain matters of prime ambiguity.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
The seconds hand of the clock,
is it the only one in the motion? I dared to ask.
No, it is carrying all in its way,
defined by everything in existence
excluding space and probably something else
beyond human mental caress.
Time is taking us to the end,
the knowledge of which is filled with uncertainty.

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock...
The seconds hand of the clock,
says too many things with too many languages,
carries too many things to different places
and has numerous colors on its different faces
Time is definitely indefinite
Hence the sound of the clock is not a rhyme.

© Dauda Onawola