The Clock

I stare at a clock
Its hands are not moving
Its heart is not beating
Time stands still

No thrill, no breathing
No mind, no feeling
As I sit here and think
How I am different

Or not
Maybe we're all just clocks

We wish time would stop
No fails, no glory
No tears, no fears
Never grow old

As clocks we ask of you
To fix us once in a while
Refill our batteries
Those are our enemies

So time does not stop
So we all hurt
So will time
So will they