In a quiet room where shadows fall, I hang on the wall, my story stalled. Hands frozen in space, I watch the days, as people pass by, lost in their ways.
Ticktock dreams, but I am standing still, silent witness to the world at will. Every second hope never arrives, yet in this pause a world survives.
I am the clock that never runs, staring at the endless sun. Time won't rule my endless face, in my stillness...