Tick tock.
Tick tock.
I am the clock.
I’m counting
seconds..
counting
seconds
when?

Oh, I don’t know..
eludes my memory.
Just now..
and now..
and then.

You see,
the purpose
of a clock
is not to
recollect
the past.

My purpose
is to incarnate
the present
seconds..
from the very
first..
and to the very
last.

Tick tock.
Tick tock.
You see me now..
and now you don’t
again.

Because time flies
just like an arrow.
Well, unless you’re
traveling..
at very high velocities.
Then it gets relative..
it stretches and
it bends.