My Kind

They say that even a broken clock is right twice a day
But they never told you about the stuck clock.
The minutes keep moving but the hours don't pass.
There doesn't seem to be a way to make time move faster.
When you watch the sand run out of time,
you realise how much you're loosing
but you can never seem to hurry it up
It takes it's time in falling down
like a child on a swirly slide
We're the only ones in a rush
running, speeding, tripping, crawling
The clock will take its time to be right
Not like a meal to be served twice a day
This stuck clock is the one that moves on it;s own time
Stuck, never wanting to be right
you can try to fix it but it will always
find a way to stop and mess up