The Clock

The stage lights glow

They keep the screen alive

I sit one seat behind you

The clock it moves towards five

The tick

The tock

and on again it goes

The time

It stops

and reality it slows

The speaker speaks

The people grin

Although they don't agree

The chocolate falls

In darkened strands

I wish I could be free

The politics

The politics

The many words

So many words

It makes me oh so sick

But the clock

It still does tick

My reminder does no good

It does not what it should

The lights shine on your head

We surely will be dead

I cannot focus

I cannot think

My studies fail

Your beauty pails

As the clock

It ticks

It tocks