An object so steady, can give such a rush
when I think I’m ready, to give life a hush
by closing my eyes and drifting to find
I am in a dream, where thoughts are so free.
The sound from a toy, that was made for more
will chime to remind, I am meant to find
the want to achieve, the goals I have seen
that keep me investing, until I am resting.
As I will live, this object will age
without ever showing a sign of decay.
Only the change, that comes with a season
will ever give reason, this object exists.
The way life will form, until it’s deceased
is the only way, I think it finds peace.
It’s always so busy, being so steady
we are never ready to say it will stop
from doing it’s norm of flowing unseen
until there’s a day, the normal is dead.
It is never sad, it is never mad
it is never happy, or even too sappy
it is only constant with doing its chore
of passing the time; it is such a trait, I truly admire.
It scratches a twitch
that the mind cannot ditch
until a goal is made
that makes defeat afraid.
Burning inside of you
and blinding your vision
is all it will do
until you complete your mission.
Talking is left unsaid
for your ears are only dead,
since action is only allowed
with passion creating a crowd.
To view your wonderful attempt
at making a shaking ascent
into the realm of constant victory
without a taste of blubbering defeat.
I can always steal the show
no matter how much you say,
for only I will always know
when you no longer have a day.
My gift is under appreciated
for I only take what is mine,
the only thing that makes me bad
is when someone decides to whine.
The person that you love
or an animal all the same,
will know my forceful power
and that they’re in my game.
Apology is not what I give
for nothing can always live,
that would only lead to boredom
and life would crave for change.
I spark the best of ideas
on how to be sufficient,
I’m so good at my craft
that I’ll always be proficient.
If it was not for me
then a cure would only be a myth,
beauty would never exist
and happiness would be amiss.
Your life would only be dull
with monotony as your tyrant,
all it takes is the cost of a soul
married with the side effect of greed.
For there is nothing in this world
that you actually truly need,
besides to know that it’ll end
when my presence leaves you curled.
Thoughts of me can be dark
but it also can be light,
for if you cannot feel my gift
then you never know what’s life.