Beyond The Watch
It’s new, but feels like it endured as much
As threadbare. Hardly any scratches on it’s face
Fresh in it’s presence
It has a glare like the rising sun
With it’s furious rays of fire
Bright enough to illuminate your soul
Sole purpose.
The nails of it’s hands so sharp it wounds
I look at it with mixed emotions.
It rusts as much as milliseconds.
Aging like an ancient pioneer
Born since the beginning.
Such a universal accessory.
That beholds the knowing of the unknown.
Endless ticking in which it’s role is designed to
Pace itself with a constant rhythm until its batteries die.
Knit with wires and plastic
It comes in diamond, gold, silver and bronze, but this one is just plain.
So edgy and opaque with a scent of death as
Glimpses of the past, present, and future are all in one
Reflection of people’s legacies.
I’ve realized it’s significance.
Unfortunately, it’s made me bask in fear.
A language of only numbers forcing me
To count my blessings, as it grips my wrist.
Oh, such a bittersweet taste
But, behind the glass is the audacity
of a human
It watches our every move
and you’d do the same
This watch on my wrist is merciless of it’s potential.
As threadbare. Hardly any scratches on it’s face
Fresh in it’s presence
It has a glare like the rising sun
With it’s furious rays of fire
Bright enough to illuminate your soul
Sole purpose.
The nails of it’s hands so sharp it wounds
I look at it with mixed emotions.
It rusts as much as milliseconds.
Aging like an ancient pioneer
Born since the beginning.
Such a universal accessory.
That beholds the knowing of the unknown.
Endless ticking in which it’s role is designed to
Pace itself with a constant rhythm until its batteries die.
Knit with wires and plastic
It comes in diamond, gold, silver and bronze, but this one is just plain.
So edgy and opaque with a scent of death as
Glimpses of the past, present, and future are all in one
Reflection of people’s legacies.
I’ve realized it’s significance.
Unfortunately, it’s made me bask in fear.
A language of only numbers forcing me
To count my blessings, as it grips my wrist.
Oh, such a bittersweet taste
But, behind the glass is the audacity
of a human
It watches our every move
and you’d do the same
This watch on my wrist is merciless of it’s potential.