My Clock With No Hands

I have a clock with no hands.
It hangs on my wall and so my time is infinite.

You can never take it away from me.
You must be insane; this is complete insanity.

I have total control.
I can even do a hand stand with one finger on one hand
In front of my clock with no hands.

But I digress.

I am an old man inside but I am only 25.
Even still, my soul I cannot hide.
If it's old then it's old, I cannot lie.

They say I have a good 50 years left, me being a young man.
But the way I see it, I have a clock with no hands.

Your end is inevitable, says Reality.
But my clock says i'm supreme in actuality.

And so I know I have total control.
I can even fly through this traffic jam
For my clock with no hands

And BAM!

Reality Strikes.

R.I.P. ignorance.

Poem / Life / Misc