Collecting dust

Tick-tock
the rhythm repeats
my head is full
my words are bleak.
The only friend
I've ever known
the lonesome shade
that watches my growth.
Into skin
that will never fit
into a life
that will always repeat.
Tick-tock
that stupid clock
reminds me of time
reminds me of thought.
Reminds me of the time
I had to think
the only time
when time felt unique.
Tick-tick
it skips a beat
that worthless clock
makes me lose my sleep.
To the only opponent
that has favorite
in my eye
move over apple
misery wants to shine.
Tick-tock
but i guess
it makes sense
I'm a mess of regrets.
In an attempt to ask why
if i still want to try
my goodbyes are all out
my hellos over seen.
And my love
at the bottom
of a hungering sea.

Dance, dance. Circle

The sun has no worry
with its fury to rise
As the weak cry to the Old
"your killing us alive
but go on we encourage
the future is by your side"

Petty fools like the pharaohs
who sleep in dirt and time

Yet the sun with a rage
when the moon wants to dance
But the owl is its eyes
the coyote his right hand

And these animals if they wish
which stand on back leg
have the tools and the talent

To black the sun when its jealous
and the moon when its gray