4D

No instant T

No speed, no velocity

Bending in front of me

Time marches on, teasing us

Come and gone, repercussed

Those years flew by

As light as a butterfly

But I can't deny

That hours felt long, on my own

All along, all alone

Broken watches, melted clock

Whirling 'round my writer's block

There's a tick, but where's the tock?

Look out for the aftershock

Time stretches out

Cuts in, picks a different route

Stuck on a roundabout

When will it strike? Watch it go

Echo-like, domino

Broken watches, melted clock

Whirling 'round my writer's block

There's a tick, but where's the tock?

Look out for the aftershock