With few months remaining, to my heart I lie,
The clock ticks faster and louder with every second
passing by.
They tick and tick and tick with pride,
As if warning me of my remaining time.
Me, a bystander, spends her moments
listening to the the big needle click every second,
Not untouched by the fact,somewhere I could have
changed it all,
Could have changed 'our' fate, could have the scaled the
high stone wall.
I wish to have the might to stop time or the least, the
clock,
Roam the labyrinths,find the key to its gigantic lock.
I'll twist and turn the parts up, I...