I go no place .
I watch time fly.
big and little hands,point at the 3 and the 9
a day dream again, I use imagination to fly.
look close at my broken face .
and see an illusory of a pace
from broken Seiko watch with dead battery
appears it's the case
posing as a man with track of time
some truth amidst my white lie
in control of my destiny
for a fact one day death to come at me
my inevitable day will close gap complete
a circle now full it's time I die
day no more plural specific place in time
whether we can see or whether we are...