and it was you who bent the dial back
seconds tick, marching soldier forward
bright colored sky and blood red lips
apply with stained fingers, sink your teeth in
do you like what you're seeing?
a disillusioned concert beneath the monotony of every day life
make haste little one
do you know where you're going?
little watch makers, your lips are trembling
wipe away those tears from your eyes
tighten the tie around your neck
is that stain on your shirt? your soul, your life?
dirty monocle, rose colored glasses
today I will spread the ashes
one by one, the foot prints disappear into the mist
colored lights flash before my eyes
do you know where you are headed?
little wanderer of the broken clock land.
© Danielle Willard, 2017. All rights reserved.