A watch given by my mom
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tells me to save my time.
But I rarely go with him
All I want
Is not to be limited by it,
Limited by time.
I used to put him in a box
High on the shelf
And watch the hands goes
As time passes.
Someone might be sad
if I treated him like this,
I still think about it sometimes
Am I wrong?